Conservation of Mass

In this story, Lynn tries a strange device her boyfriend Issac ‘borrowed’ from his roommate, if it works as intended it’ll grow her breasts, but maybe Issac should have asked about it beforehand…

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lynn asked as she held the strange device in her hand, it looked like a DIY dog shock collar.

“Of course, I told you, my roommate is basically a genius and he told me how he already got it working!” Issac explained as he sat down beside the taller Lynn. They both came to enjoy their unique height dynamic, although most people were shorter than Lynn, Issac being almost a full foot shorter than her at barely 5’ 5” left him shorter than most other guys to boot.

Lynn looked back down at the device, it seemed harmless enough, a small box with a dial, a button and two rounded prongs on the inside, at either side connected a stretchy rubber collar meant to hold it steady around a person's neck. “And you're sure he said it'll grow my breasts?” Lynn asked once again, her doubts still holding strong.

Issac grinned, “Of course! He even said it works best for taller people and that it's completely reversible!” he touted. Lynn swallowed nervously, at 6’ 4” she was quite tall but hadn't been blessed with the kind of big curves that most guys looked for and the curves she did have were made even less noticeable thanks to her height. She kept her brown hair long, down to the middle of her back, just so people were less likely to mistake her for a guy.

“Fine, I'll try it.” Lynn sighed as she relented. With a bit of help from Issac she stretched out the rubber collar and slipped it over her head. Pulling her hair out from under it she twisted it around until the small box was on the back of her neck, she could feel the little prongs pushing into her neck slightly.

The collar was pretty tight but Lynn was able to take a deep breath easily enough so it shouldn't cause any issues she figured. “So what did your roommate say to do next?” Lynn asked Issac as she faced him.

“Er…well…I guess we just pick the setting and hit the button…” Issac paused frequently during his ‘explanation’, Lynn's eyes narrowed. “Your roommate didn't actually lend this thing to you did he?” Lynn sternly questioned her boyfriend.

“Well no, but I know he's got classes all day today so it's not like he's going to even notice, and it's only got the dial and a button, not exactly rocket science okay?” Issac defended himself but Lynn felt her doubts growing again as Issac made further excuses.

“Alright, fine!” She cut him off, “if he didn't say what to do you'll just have to figure it out, and take responsibility. she sternly added, Issac only smiled of course. He motioned to have her turn her head away from him so he could look at the box as it sat at the base of her neck. “Huh…” he mumbled as he pushed her hair out of the way and looked at the device.

“What do you mean ‘huh’, what do you see?” Lynn groaned. Issac coughed, “Uh well, the button doesn't say anything but the dial goes from two up to seven.” he explained.

“...huh…” Lynn mumbled this time, she was expecting it to be done via cup sizes or something, even a one-to-ten scale would have made some sense, but two-to-seven was just weird.

“Well just set it to three, let's not get crazy here, I'd still like to fit into my clothes.” Lynn directed Issac and she heard the soft click of the dial as Issac changed it.

“Speaking of clothes, you should probably take off your shirt and bra…uh…just in case?” Issac hesitantly pointed out, Lynn knew he was just interested in the eye candy of watching her chest grow but to be honest she was kinda interested in directly seeing what would happen herself.Surely a bit of caution was warranted…”Alright, go lock the door, my roommate should be gone for a few more hours but just in case.” Lynn told Issac as she carefully pulled her shirt up and started unlatching her bra.

“Right!” Issac exclaimed as he very un-subtly jumped up and practically ran for the door to latch the deadbolt. As he returned he sat on the couch and looked up to Lynn as she stood, chest exposed. She did blush a little bit as the open air brushed against her nipples.

“So now I uh…just push the button right?” Lynn asked as she reached towards the small box strapped to the back of her neck. “Yeah that must be it.” Issac responded, clearly a bit distracted. Lynn sighed as she found the button by touch and pushed it, she was rewarded with a loud and sharp Click.

Lynn immediately tensed up, not sure what to expect but nothing seemed to happen for several seconds. She nearly jumped out of her skin as Issac spoke up, “Do you feel anything?” He asked excitedly.

Lynn took a deep breath to calm her nerves, “No, I'm not feeling anything, your friend must have lied to…” Lynn paused in chastising Issac as suddenly as she heard a soft hum coming from the device, it was slowly growing louder. “Do you hear a hum?” she asked Issac, he paused for a moment, focusing for a bit before he heard it, “Oh yeah, seems pretty faint to me?” Issac murmured, still listening to the hum. Right when Issac said he faintly heard it the hum stopped getting louder, it seemed not that faint to Lynn but it wasn't painfully loud or anything.

“Yeah it seems to have stopped getting lou…guhwah!” Lynn flubbed as the box sent some kind of shock or tingle directly into her spine, it wasn’t painful but it didn’t feel natural by any means. She took an uneasy half step as Issac got up to his feet, “Are you okay?!?” He barked, clearly concerned.

Lynn gritted her teeth as she held a hand up, “I'm fine…it just…caught me off guard…” she wheezed out as she worked to keep herself steady. It didn't feel like an electrical shock or anything but she still felt it in a way she couldn't quite describe. But as it spread through her body there was one thing she knew for sure it was doing, it was turning her on!

“Mmmm…fuck…” Lynn mumbled as the tingle spread through her entire body, her pussy was getting wet, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing was getting increasingly ragged as the device got her worked up like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Lynn and Issac had been intimate enough that he quickly realised what was happening, “Are you feeling…okay? Should I take it off you?” He questioned her nervously.

“No…leave it…this feels…Amazing!” Lynn gasps, she doesn't feel like she's gonna fall over any more so other priorities come to light, she slides a hand down under her panties and starts to play with her clit while her other hand teases one of her nipples.

Lynn closes her eyes as her pleasure soars from her fingers working her sensitive spots, so she doesn't see Issac's eyes practically bulging out of his head as he watches her. Suddenly the hum from the device cranks up in volume again as the pleasure she's feeling gets even more intense as her whole body is enveloped by the tingling feeling from before.

“...oh god yes!” Lynn moaned, her whole body felt like an erogenous zone. She's so focused she doesn't even hear what Issac says to her as her hands start roaming her body, her hands effortlessly moving from her pussy, stomach and thighs. Lynn continues moaning as her hands roam, but suddenly she feels something shift as the tingling grows more intense in her chest.

Opening her eyes and looking down as she brought her hands up to her chest she starts to grope them, in addition to how good it felt for a change Lynn couldn't help but feel puzzled as something felt off, forcing herself to focus and push through the haze of pleasure and arousal she quickly realised that however impossible it should be, her breasts were growing.

And they were growing fast from flat to the point that they were already surging into B-cup territory and didn't show any sign of stopping either. As more and more flesh pushed out her chest her hands went to work, squishing and groping her breasts, sending spikes of pleasure right to her brain.

Lynn was so focused on her breasts as they ballooned into C-cups she didn't even register Issacs amazement that the device was actually working.

It wasn't long until she felt something pressing into her palms. Forcing herself to pull her hands away she watched as her D-cup tits dropped down and settled in the perfect shape, not saggy, but not the firm orbs that indicated silicone implants. She also noticed that it wasn't just her breasts…no…her tits that were growing, her nipples were blowing up too.

They were only about as large as the last part of her pinky finger, but that was already twice the size they had started out at, and as she brought her fingers back to her chest and lightly pinched at her new nipples she gasped in shock at how sensitive they were!

“Oh shit…” Lynn mumbled under her breath as her chest started to push out into DD-cups, hefting them in her hands she felt her pussy clench up as their weight registered in her mind. A small corner of her mind had to admit Issac's idea of taking off her top and bra had actually been a good idea, no way her little A-cup bra could have contained these knockers!

And yet as they continued to grow, so did Lynn's concern. She‘d always wanted bigger breasts, who wouldn't when they were as flat as a board like she was, but her growth was going well beyond simply ‘bigger’. They were overflowing her hands, even with her fingers spread out it felt like she could barely keep them lifted up, flesh spilling out around her hands and through her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Lynn, Issac had been trying to get her attention this entire time, but she had been in her own little world, just her and her growing tits. It wasn’t until he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders that she snapped out of it.

“LYNN!” He cried out as she looked up at him, since she'd last been aware of him he’d stood up from the couch, “Are you okay?” he pleaded with her for an answer.

“I feel amazing, but these tits are getting a bit out of hand…” Lynn worried slightly as they were growing into F-cup territory as they talked.

“Babe, you gotta look at yourself!” Issac urged her, though looking down at her chest again everything seemed fine as she watched the growth continue for a second before looking back up to him. “What’s wrong, are they getting too big for you?” she asked, she knew he liked big boobs, stumbling into some open tabs on his browser had revealed that much to her at least.

“Ugh, not your tits, the the rest of you! Issac groaned, clearly frustrated by Lynn’s unawareness. “What are you talking about…” Lyn started to comment as she twisted to look down past her huge tits, as she did so and focused on something else other than her chest she suddenly velvet a wave of vertigo slam into her. Fortunately Issac was still holding onto her shoulders so she didn’t fall over at least as she nearly stumbled to the floor..

As her focus shifted and the vertigo passed, Lynn quickly realised that her perspective was off, she’d lived her live seeing the tops of almost everything in her day to day life, things like the tops of fridges, closets and more, but now, despite still being on her feet it felt like she was sitting down. She also couldn’t help but notice that her pants and panties had dropped to the floor at some point, leaving her standing there completely naked. Looking back to Issac she finally realised that she was now looking up at his face!

“Whu…what’s going on?” Lynn stammered as her concern grew even faster than her chest, now past any reasonable cup sizes. She also realised her perspective was still shifting downwards.

“I don’t know, the hum was happening, you looked like you were enjoying it and your chest started growing, but then you also started getting shorter! Isaac explained hurriedly as he watched Lynn’s chest grow and steadily lose inches of height at the same time. Lynn could still hear the hum and feel the tingle but now that she was aware of her situation the concern and panic was overriding the pleasure, the fact her tits had gotten so big she had to basically cross both her arms under her tits to hold them up didn’t help matters.

“Wait, how short am I now?” Lynn asked, Issac was still holding onto her shoulders and was a bit hunched over, he was clearly the taller of the two now though. Issac let go of Lynn and straightened out to his full height. “Uh…I’d say I maybe have ten or eleven inches on you now?” He offered and she couldn’t disagree, the top of her head did seem to line up somewhere around his mouth or chin.

“I’m almost…two feet shorter now?” Lynn groaned as she tried to take it in stride, probably the only thing keeping her from totally freaking out was the pleasure emanating from her chest as they still kept growing outwards, which only reminded her that she was still shrinking. Could the growth and shrinking be linked?

“You said I started shrinking when my chest started growing?” Lynn questioned Issac as she tried to figure out exactly what was going on. “Uh yeah, they do seem linked don’t they?” Issac wondered aloud but Lynn’s mind was racing. Her thoughts turned to the two-to-seven scale on the dial, and how Issac said his roommate specifically commented on how it worked better on taller people…

Lynn’s heart sank as she made the connection, “Uh Issac, I think I’m gonna shrink until I get to three feet tall, just like I had you set on the dial, the whole time my breasts are gonna keep getting bigger…” Lynn explained, afterwards she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d even be able to walk by the time she was that short.

“Oh…uh…about that….” Issac stammered, like a kid caught in a lie, Lynn’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” she demanded, turning towards him and doing her best to look angry in spite of her height and her chest.

“Well you said you wanted it set to 3, cause like, you didn’t want that to get crazy with it?” He recounted. “Yeah…and?” Lynn forced him to finish explaining, Issac swallowing and taking a deep breath.

“Well my big breast fetish might have gotten the better of me and I actually set it to four instead…” He finished explaining, Lynn was fuming by the time he finished his explanation. “Dammit babe you can’t do shit like that! That’s a serious breach of trust!” she barked at Issac.

Issac held up his hands, “You’re absolutely right! I am sorry about that…but…” He paused, “But what?” Lynn pressed, still angry with him.

“Well, by setting it to four instead we still got a win in a way, you’re not going to shrink as much as you though, and I obviously your tits still got fucking huge, so it’s win-win!” He happily explained. Lynn huffed and smacked him upside the head while she could still reach with one hand before returning it to support her chest, “That’s just a coincidence! You can’t take credit for that!” she retorted.

“You’re right, you’re right. But listen!” he stated, going silent afterwards. Lynn waited for a few seconds for Issac to continue but he remained silent, “What?” she prompted him to continue.

“No listen, the hum is gone!” Issac revealed and Lynn did stop to listen, it was gone and so was the tingling she realised. Looking back up at Issac’s face she saw that her perspective wasn’t slowly shifting anymore now that the shrinking, and her tits growing, had stopped! If she was four feet tall now, that meant that Issac had about sixteen inches on her, and she couldn’t lie, with the shrinking issue no longer a priority, she got a bit of a thrill at Issac being taller for a change, her exposed pussy clenching at the thought.

Taking the time to look over herself Lynn noted a few things, first, her tits were huge, well beyond anything she'd ever imagined. They were easily bigger than her head and, from her new perspective at least, felt as big as watermelons.

Second, her nipples had continued growing, now long and thick enough that she could wrap her hands around them without fully covering them up. She was looking forward to having Issac handle those for sure.

Lastly, she looked curvier somehow. At first she thought the device might have been responsible but as she inspected herself more closely she came to a different conclusion, she wasn't any curvier than she was before, it was just easier to tell now that she wasn't so tall anymore, making her curves more prominent without making them any bigger.

Glancing over at Issac, he was clearly doing his best to wait patiently for Lynn's invitation to get ‘involved’, the tent he was pitching in his pants made that very apparent. As much as her growth had gotten her aroused she was still a little cross with Issac messing with the dial on the device, even though it had worked out well in the end.

Then she had an idea, if Issac's roommate was this much of a perv, it stood to reason the device might work a bit differently on guys…and even if it didn’t, it’d give Issac a suitable punishment…

“Issac, you're sure this is reversible?” Lynn asked him, careful to not let him get suspicious of her motives quite yet. “Oh uh yeah, well, reversible might not be the best word for it…” Issac paused to think, probably recalling what his roommate had said when talking about it. “I guess the way he described it the effects would just slowly wear off over time instead, but I do remember him saying that you can also just change the setting and have it change you again.” He explained as he recalled the information.

That was good, if nothing else Lynn could just always set it to six, it'd leave her a bit shorter but she could just wear some heels or something to make it less obvious if she had to go out before the effects wore off. With that it was time to put her plan into action.

“Well in that case, it sounds like it's your turn to wear it.” Lynn explained as she dropped her breasts to free her hands to pull the device off and over her head.

“What? Why?” Issac leaned back, eyeing the device nervously.

“Well I am upset about you changing the setting on me, so I figure it's only fair you lose a bit of height too in return.” Lynn explained, gently shaping her shoulders and letting her tits sway as a bit of a tease.

“But I'll just grow tits!” Issac argued, bringing his hands up to his chest and cupping a pair of imaginary breasts.

“Calm down, you said it yourself, it'll just wear off, and I was only planning to set it to five anyways, I doubt they'll even get up to B-cups with you only losing four inches of height.” Lynn laid out as she prepared for the final blow, shifting her arms under her tits and hefting them up as well as she could, creating a monstrous line for cleave for him to gawk at. “Besides, sounds like a small price to pay for getting to play with these hmm?” Lynn teased, she forced herself to not laugh as she could practically see the gears grinding away in Issac's head as he considered her proposal.

To his credit it only took him a few seconds to respond, “Okay fine, that's only fair all things considered.” He accepted as he held out his hand and Lynn handed him the device. “I'll leave it to you to set the dial, oh and don't forget to strip!” Lynn added playfully. Issac opened his mouth to object but at that moment his eyes crossed over to Lynn, already completely naked thanks to her shrinking and he smartly closed his mouth and started pulling off his clothes without further comment.

Lynn stood back and watched, enjoying the eye candy, licking her lips in anticipation as his stiff cock was finally released from its confines. The truth of the matter was that Lynn didn't think the device would cause Issac to grow tits, instead she assumed his roommate made it so that on women it'd grow their tits, but on guys their cocks would grow instead, all the better to titfuck the bountiful breasts it could also create.

She had also settled on having it set to only five because she also wanted to fuck him good and proper, and bringing him down to her four foot height would undoubtedly make his cock way too thick and long to fit.

Now stripped she grinded her thighs together as he put the device on his neck, though she did smirk a bit as he double checked the dial before putting it on. He took a deep breath and pushed the button. Just like with Lynn he tensed up in anticipation but nothing happened right away.

“Oh, there's the hum, it seems much louder this time.” Issac narrated his experience, Lynn couldn’t hear anything yet but if his experience was the same as hers was the next thing should be…

Issac’s back suddenly arched a bit as he grunted in surprise, that’d be the tingle shooting down his spine before slowly spreading to his entire body just as she started to hear a faint hum coming from the device. Lynn certainly enjoyed watching Issac deal with what she already went through, but she did enjoy watching his cock pulse as the device went to work, eager to see if her theory was right. Fortunately thanks to her misdirection Issac’s attention was fixed on his chest.

After a bit longer his hands started to wander over his body, his general sensitivity must be going up, although it probably wasn’t going to be as intense for a guy Lynn mused when suddenly the humming got louder, she licked her lips, this was the moment of truth…

Issac shuddered as the humming reached its peak volume, his hands exploring his body at a slow but steady pace. Suddenly his eyes went wide as a groan slipped from his lips, his hips thrusting and his cock throbbed. Issac started to reach for his cock but Lynn wanted to see his growth. “Don’t touch it, I want to see!” she barked out and Issac, to his credit, complied. He gritted his teeth and kept his hands clear of his cock despite a clear desire to pleasure it, his hips occasionally bucking, as if seeking some form of stimulation.

Issac wasn’t losing a lot of height, so Lynn watched him like a hawk in order to see the shrinking in action. And shrink he did, it seemed slow but as Lynn watched he shrunk down to an even five feet tall. What Lynn was really watching though was his cock, and although it was a bit harder to see the the gradual growth with how much it was bouncing around but it didn’t take long until the growth was evident, Issac had been a bit above average in length but the first things Lynn noticed was his new girth.

Lynn idly teased her clit as she watched Issac’s cock bounce around and swell up, eager for him to finish changing but as she watched she noticed something else, it wasn’t just his cock, but his balls that were swelling up too, from little acorns to now approaching the size of softballs. Lynn almost pushed him back onto the couch and mounted him right then and there but if Issac could handle not touching himself then Lynn could handle waiting just a bit longer too.

Fortunately Lynn didn’t have to wait long, with a big breadth and a gasp Issac stopped tensing up and relaxed his whole body, well, almost his whole body at least, glancing at his cock. It was everything Lynn had hoped, more than twice as thick and almost a foot long, paired with huge balls hanging below.

“Whuh….why did my dick grow?” Issac questioned as he tried to calm himself down and process what had happened but Lynn had waited long enough. “It doesn’t matter, get on the bed!” Lynn ordered, her lust apparent in her voice. As they approached the bed she stepped forward and thrust her chest out, pushing her massive melons into Issac’s back and shoving him onto the bed face first. “Woah, take it easy babe…” Issac fussed as he picked himself up, but Lynn had other plans for him.

“Get on your back, you’re going to have front row seats…” Lynn coaxed Issac as she carefully crawled onto the bed beside him, Issac needed little convincing to do as he was told and he got himself onto his back, Lynn meanwhile struggled a bit with her new melons, she wanted to inspect Issac’s cock but they were getting in the way. In the end she got between his legs and practically lay down on chest, her breasts spreading out and covering Issac’s legs as she ‘rolled’ forward to get closer to his crotch.

Up close his cock was impressive, standing tall and thick, her pussy squeezed instinctively, eager to try swallowing it. But first, a bit more teasing was in order first. Resting on her tits Lynn reached out and gingerly wrapped her hand around his cock, his hips squirming as her fingers grasped his length but the weight of her tits kept him from moving too much.

Issac groaned as she started to slowly pump her hand up and down her length, “Fuuuuuck babe…” he whined as Lynn smirked, she knew first hand just how sensitive he was, even now with her tits pressing into the bed and her hard nipples brushing against the sheets was pleasurable, she was very much looking forward to Issac giving them some attention.

Lynn made sure to not pump his cock too fast or hard and watched carefully and once his hips started to buck a bit more frequently she released his cock, letting it bob in the air as he calmed down and watching it throb. There was one more thing Lynn wanted to feel up, reaching lower she grabbed at his balls. The large swollen orbs felt just as dense as they used too, but now their size and weight hinted at what they had in store for her. Issac was just mindlessly moaning and groaning as Lynn explored and teased him.

Lynn’s lust eventually got the better of her and she pushed herself up and started crawling up Issac’s body, stifling a moan as her tits embraced his cock, Issac’s hips bucking against her tits, causing the flesh to jiggle as he did. As she dragged her tits forward his cock was freed from her tit’s embrace. Once she was far enough forward she reached back, finding Issac’s cock by feel before looking down at his face, “Are you ready for my pussy, I’ve gotten so wet watching your cock grow you know…” Lynn whispered to him, her voice dripping with her own desire to impale herself on his glorious cock.

“*Yeeessssss…*please!” he slurred, she could tell he was so desperate for release, he’d do anything for her to fuck him. Luckily for him Lynn was just as desperate and so she guided his glans to her pussy, teasing him one last time as she dragged it across her folds, quickly soaking his glans in her juices.

“PLEASE!” he whined and finally Lynn gave in and pressed her hips down. Lynn groaned as Issac's glans spread her pussy lips wider than ever, her only saving grace was just how wet she already was. With a wet pop her lips engulfed his glans prompting Lynn to stop giving her pussy some time to adapt to his new size.

“Grab my tits, they're so soft…” Lynn huffed as she held herself up. Issac shifted his arms and brought his hands up and tried to grab and caress as much of her tit flesh as he could. Finally feeling his touch it sent shivers down her spine as pleasure burst forth within her. “Oooaahh~…yeah just like that…” Lynn moaned as Issac's hands explored her tits, grabbing and squeezing sporadically.

Taking a deep breath Lynn pushed her hips down once again, groaning in carnal satisfaction as inch after inch of cock was forced into her pussy and scraping along her inner walls. Issac threw his head back, groaning as his cock was pressed in on all sides by her pussy. She'd never felt so filled before and she had barely taken half of it so far, she had to stop and let her pussy stretch out but while she paused Issac had other plans.

Issac’s hands had a new goal, they slid along his body, slipping under Lynn’s breasts and searching around a bit before finding their target, Lynn’s nipples. She hissed in pleasure as his fingers wrapped around them, behind trapped under her breasts Issac's options for handling them was limited but he did what his could and as he felt Lynn's hips bucking he was soon rewarding with more and more of Lynn's weight pressing down on his cock as several more inches of his length slowly slid into her pussy from her erratic movements.

They could both feel just how close their crotches were and as Lynn resisted Issac's ‘assault’ on her nipples she decided to go all out. She started by first raising her hips, groaning through gritted teeth as Issac's cock scraped against her insides, taking a deep breath she did her best to slam her hips down and impale herself on his cock.

Issac gasped as she slammed down, and he could tell she had almost made it, “One…one more time babe…” Issac wheezed. Lynn complied and this time, when she slammed down, they could both tell she'd done it as their crotches wetly smacked together.

“Ffffuck, your cock is stretching me out so much!” Lynn groaned as she tried not to shift around too much, fortunately Issac had let up on her nipples so it was much easier to focus.

After a brief break to adapt and catch their breath Lynn started to lean back, softly moaning as she felt the cock inside her shift around from her movement and gave off sparks of pleasure and every inch of her pussy grinding against Issac’s length. Once she made it up right she arched her back a bit further to pull her breasts clear and let them back down, sitting a bit more naturally compared to before, though Issac’s own chest was still completely covered, at least now her nipples weren't trapped any more.

Issac reached up and started gently stroking her nipples, between that and his cock throbbing deep inside her Lynn took the hint and got to work. Adjusting her legs to give her better leverage she started bouncing her hips up and down on his cock.

At first they were short strokes but Lynn quickly built up momentum until she was sliding eight or nine inches of cock in and out of her pussy. Her efforts didn't leave a lot of breath for moaning but Issac's moans and grunts filled the air in their place.

As Lynn felt her next orgasm coming, she idly wondered how it could be that Issac hadn't cum yet, something about the device maybe? The thought lost all importance as her orgasm exploded within her, she instinctively slammed her himself down as her pussy pulsed and convulsed about Issac's cock. Issac groaned as her pussy squeezed down on his cock but he still didn't cum.

When Lynn orgasm waned she moaned as she raised her hips, pulling herself off Issac's cock, her over stimulated pussy making her groan in discomfort as she pulled upwards, gasping as his glans wetly popped out of her pussy.

Issac groaned as the cool air flowed around his cock, “Ooohhh…babe you gotta do something…” he pleaded as he looked up at her. Lynn smiled, “Well there was this one thing I wanted to try…” she teased and she stepped back and clambered off the bed, “Scooch up.” She directed.

Lynn watched as his still rock hard cock bobbed around as he moved. Once he was in position she hefted her breasts up and plopped them down in his lap, completely smothering his cock in her boobflesh.

Issac grunted as the heavy breasts slammed down. Unfortunately as slick as his cock still was from Lynn’s juices it didn't manage to “penetrate” between her breasts. “Here…just let me…” Issac mumbled as he reached between her breasts and fished out his cock, pushing against Lynn's chest, his glans popping out of her cleavage, a little bit of precum oozing from it.

“There's the big boy!” Lynn jeered, her short stature and Issac’s made it easy to lean her head forward and lick up the precum. She felt his hips strain a bit under the impressive weight of her breasts bearing down on them. “Mmmm, let's see if we can get the rest of your cream out…” Lynn suggested as she started using her melon-sized breasts to give Issac a truly unique titfuck.

Lynn's movements were slow at first, she had to keep adjusting her grip, her breasts were just too big to easily handle. Issac didn't seem to mind, he was left panting and groaning well before Lynn found a good way to hold her breasts and was able to pick up her pace.

Lynn couldn't take her eyes off her cleavage, eager to watch Issac's cock pop up every time she slammed her tits down into his lap. It wasn't long until his moans started to become more and more intense as she brought him ever closer to orgasm.

Issac wasn't quite out of it yet though, surprising Lynn he reached up and grasped her nipples once more. Lynn moaned as he went to work, having much better access this time he was able to work her nipples much more effectively. He squeezed, pulled and twisted vigorously and Lynn could only grunt as she tried to focus on the titfuck she was giving him, she needed him to cum soon, her muscles were starting to burn from how much effort it took to heft her tits.

Thankfully her efforts were soon rewarded, his actions grew more sluggish and she could feel his cock throbbing and his hips bucking in sync, he was on the edge and just needed a slight push to get him going.

Lynn slammed her tits down into his lap hard, squeezed them together as tight around his cock, then leaned her head forward and planted her lips on his cockhead, he was too big for her to easily fit in her mouth, not with him this excited at least, but she had a different plan, pressing her tongue forward she seeked out his urethra with the tip of her tongue.

As big as Issac was right now, there was no way she was going to actually fit any part of her tongue into it of course, but she figured the direct focus on it would ‘shock’ him into cumming. Issac grunted as she continued her assault and she suddenly felt him try to put his hips erratically, he was cumming!

Issac grunted as he tried to thrust into her tits but all the weight pressed down on him meant he didn't move much if at all. Lynn for her part started suckling on his cock, even if she couldn't get much of it in her mouth, it didn't mean… Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Issac’s first copious blast of cum, catching her by surprise.

A second blast followed hot on the heels of the first and Lynn felt her cheeks starting to push out from the cum he was pumping into her mouth. Acting fast she pulled her mouth off of his cock and lifted up her breasts a bit, smothering his cock head in her breasts just as a third blast of hot cum was shot in her breasts, s portion squirmed out of her cleavage but as his cock kept pumping she felt the wet warmth of his cum spreading out within her chest.

Lynn worked to swallow the cum in her mouth as Issac's orgasm ran its course, though it took longer than she expected even with his enlarged balls. His cum was already starting to leak and drip from the bottom of her tits by the time his balls were empty and he started going soft. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk….” Was all he could manage as his whole body relaxed and practically went limp.

Lynn smooshed her breasts around, coating the inner side of each one with Issac's cum, before stepping up onto the bed and letting herself fall forward, spreading her breasts wide so that they completely covered him when she fell on him, the wet smack her cum covered tits made was loud and sharp, much louder than his wheeze as he got the wind knocked out of him.

“Oh you’ll be fine, I had to swallow a mouthful of your cum, you can deal with this. Lynn goaded as she snuggled up to her still taller boyfriend. Issac groaned as he caught his breath, “Fine, but you're washing the sheets.” He chastised her as she felt the wetness from the cum squished between them spreading.

“I mean, you’d have to wait until I get back to my normal size, no way I can go out with these proportions.” Lynn pointed out with a grin, prompting Issac to sigh in resignation knowing he was going to get stuck with doing the laundry if he wanted to sleep on clean sheets tonight.

“Honestly I ‘m still kind of amazed that that thing even worked, it seems almost like magic.” Lynn remarked as her gaze fell over the device still strapped to Issac’s neck. Issac’s stupid smirk came back, “I told you, my roommate is wicked smart!” he reminded her.

“So is he working on anything else?” Lynn asked quietly, excited about the possibilities…

Thanks for reading everyone! Had some fun with this one, it was inspired by some images and discussions I had online awhile back. Aiming for my next story to be a bit longer before maybe tackling another chapter for my Fortune cookie series.

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Hello,

I hope everyone has had an excellent halloween, I am still releasing chapters of my spooky Outbreak title, you can find chapters 3 & 4 now for free on my page.

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I hope you enjoy the horror filled breast expansion fuelled story.

Thank you everyone for supporting me to create content for the last three years.

-GD

This story is part of the Midas Labs universe, a collaborative project set in an institute for sexual experimentation.

A special thank you is owed to u/sleepy_Guarantee4004 and u/NonnaYobidness for their proofreading and guidance. I could not have written this piece without either one of you. 🙏

The Cafeteria Incident

Jaime stood at the west-side doors of the cafeteria, looking proudly at the freshly mopped floor.

Even though they were the head of the entire Midas Labs Janitorial and Maintenance staff, Jaime insisted on cleaning the facility’s floors all by themselves. To Jaime, there was no greater pleasure than seeing a soapy mop swish its way over scuff marks and dust particles, leaving a mirror-like path in its wake. It was an appealing metaphor: Mistakes are not permanent. They can be erased. We can all have a fresh start.

With a contented sigh, Jaime placed the earbuds back in their ears and pressed ‘play’ on the latest episode of the “Echo and Current” podcast. They started pushing the janitorial trolley back down the hallway, then stopped. They rolled their eyes, shook their head, and mumbled under their breath, “Can’t believe I almost forgot.”

Jaime reached into the trolley and pulled out a short, yellow A-frame sign. It featured an icon of a person slipping on a wet floor, and bold black letters warning to “Watch Your Step.”

Satisfied, Jaime headed back to the office to schedule the rest of the week’s maintenance roster.

“Lunchtime delayed again?” asked Mira.

“Yup,” replied Tonya, her sometimes bestie and sometimes rival.

Mira and Tonya were waiting just inside the cafeteria doors, amid the other hungry lab techs, doctors, volunteer residents, and others, all waiting for the food to come out of the kitchen.

“What’s the reason this time? Another visit from some potential investor with a… huge endowment?”

“Dunno,” said Tonya, stifling a giggle. “Hey, you! Intern. New guy.” She tapped the shoulder of the young man wearing scrubs.

“Me?” the intern asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, what’s your name?”

“Kivan. I’m Kivan.”

“Nice to meet you, Kivan. I’m Tonya, this is Mira.”

“Hi. It’s, uh, nice to meet you, too.” He tried very hard not to stare at either Tonya’s or Mira’s impressive chests, which even their bulky lab coats did little to hide.

Mira nodded dismissively. “Yeah, hi.”

“So, Kivan,” said Tonya (who definitely noticed Kivan trying not to stare at her tits), “You got any inside info on why we have to wait for lunch again today?”

“No, I… sorry, I don’t. This is my first week.”

“Aww, that’s okay, sweetie,” Tonya cooed, subtly jutting her chest out. “Guess we’re all just in this together.”

The baritone voice of Reid Ashford rang out from behind the trio. Reid had joined the Midas Board of Directors eighteen months ago. He had spent twenty years overseeing a successful clothing brand, and had used his experience there to increase Midas Labs’ efficiency tenfold. “This is a board-approved delay, ladies. Dr. Carlyle is moving some sensitive material from one lab to another. Ordinarily, she would have used the secured hallway route, but apparently this stuff has a short window of viability outside of laboratory conditions, so it’s faster to go through the cafeteria. I’m sure she’ll be in and out in just a moment, and then we can all have lunch as usual. We appreciate your patience.”

Mira and Tonya exchanged a sideway glance. Kivan clasped his hands in front of his body and tilted his head downwards. He knew he was lucky to have gotten this internship in the first place, and he didn’t want to make any waves. Especially not in front of one of the Board members! Best to keep a low profile.

After what seemed like twenty more minutes, but was probably closer to five, Dr. Carlyle appeared at the cafeteria’s east-side double doors, along with a hydraulic drum cart sporting four large blue plastic barrels. It took a trio of Dr. Mercer’s clones to slowly push the cart while Dr. Carlyle supervised. She was constantly checking to ensure everything was secure and stayed upright while moving across the cafeteria’s shiny floor tiles.

No one said a word. They could sense how delicate this operation was. Even #47, with his wheelbarrow that carried his massive cock and balls in front of him, was dwarfed by the 75-gallon drums on the cart.

Mira whispered to Tonya, “Bet I get the first brownie out of the oven today.”

“Nuh-uh, that sucker’s mine.”

“You wish, babe,” said Mira, and gave Tonya a small, playful shove. Ever since Mira and Tonya’s monthly Rapid Breast Growth competitions started, their rivalry had grown into all aspects of their interactions. First one out the door at night. First one to complete their lab reports on time. First one to make Dr. Young crack a smile (a goal neither of them had accomplished yet). And now this; first one to get the good brownie.

Tonya gave Mira a small shove back. Mira responded with a smirk and a slightly larger shove, sending Tonya half a step backwards. So, really, there was no other response than for Tonya to take an exaggerated wind-up step backwards and give a full playful thrust back to Mira.

Everyone was caught up watching Mira’s and Tonya’s play fighting. Too caught up to notice that Dr. Carlyle's cart, laden with four jumbo drums of highly volatile chemicals, was passing perilously close behind the sparring friends.

Mira lost her balance.

Her body tumbled backwards into the cart, causing the heavy drums to shake and jostle.

The crowd gasped then held its collective breath. The drums shifted their balance, but eventually began to settle back into place. Everything looked like it was going to be okay. That is, until Mira tried to steady herself on one of the still-shaking barrels, accidentally pushing it away from her.

Dr. Carlyle saw everything happen as if it were in slow motion. She watched the container knock into the other three, watched them all tip past the point of recovery, and winced in anticipation of the inevitable spill. Before the first barrel even hit the ground, she shouted a plea to anyone within earshot: “SHUT THE DOORS!”

Everyone stood frozen in shock. Dr. Carlyle was usually so composed. What was happening that could cause her to become so panicked?!

“ALL THE DOORS! SHUT THE DOORS! NOW! DO IT!”

The sharp tone of her voice snapped everyone back to attention. Anyone close to the east and west doors shut them as quickly as they could, creating a sealed room. All eyes then returned to the recently disturbed cart full of barrels. Everyone braced for the impact.

With a dead PA-TUMPH, the first barrel hit the ground, knocking its lid loose. The opalescent contents of the barrel began to ooze across the floor. The three remaining barrels followed quickly afterwards: PA-TUMPH, PA-TUMPH, PA-TUMPH, releasing more and more of the undulating goop. It spread everywhere and anywhere.

Dr. Carlyle jumped onto a table in the front of the room. “EVERYONE GET UP ON THE CHAIRS AND TABLES! GET OFF THE FLOOR. Do NOT let it touch you!”

Without hesitation, everyone did as Dr. Carlyle commanded. Dr. Banks and Rachel clambered onto a table in the northwest corner. Steve, Keshawna, Xan, and Arjun, known together as the “Tech Team,” scrambled onto the empty buffet counter, knocking over the heavy sneeze guard in the process. Reid Ashford ran to one of the high-top tables against the wall and perched on top of it, keeping his expensive shoes far away from the goopy disaster inching ever closer. #47 wheeled his cock-and-balls-barrow around as quickly as he could manage, finding respite when Dr. Banks and Rachel helped him lift his impressively hefty genitals and the wheelbarrow onto their table. Mira and Tonya made it onto a table of their own. And Kiran, the intern, found his lonely way onto a chair off to the side of the room, barely keeping him elevated above the now foot-deep ooze sloshing just inches from his feet.

Everyone was spread across the cafeteria, occupying their own little islands.

The room fell silent, save for the rolling burble of the undulating oozy ocean covering the floor.

All eyes turned towards the table at the front of the room, where Dr. Carlyle stood, an unreadable expression on her face.

Reid Ashford took advantage of the silence. He drew a deep breath and calmly said, “Dr. Carlyle.”

She looked across the room at him, poised high atop his tall table.

“Now that we seem to be out of harm’s way and we can all breathe for a moment… Would you mind, terribly, explaining our… situation?”

Dr. Carlyle grimaced. “You mean how six months of painstaking work and slow cultivation are now completely and irreversibly ruined?”

“How about we stick to the present moment, Dr. Carlyle. What is this stuff?”

Drawing upon her inner strength, Dr. Carlyle resigned herself to the current situation. All her hard work was now covering the cafeteria floor, like a pearl-colored wading pool with highlights of pink, turquoise, and aquamarine. If nothing else, she had to admit it was pretty.

She adopted the stance and vocal tone she used when presenting at medical conferences. It helped her feel comfortable in tense situations.

“Well, Reid, and everyone. What you see here is STGM-6 and STGM-7. STGM, or Short Term Transdermal Genomic Modulator. In essence, it causes temporary genetic alterations when absorbed through the skin. Two of the drums,” Dr. Carlyle sighed, “were filled with STGM-6, which affects female adipose tissue, causing rapid breast growth. The other two drums held STGM-7, which affects the Corpora Cavernosa and Corpus Spongiosum in the penis, causing rapid penile growth. It’s the most potent batch my team and I have produced so far, and now,” she gestured around the room, “it’s all just… well, there it is, sloshing about, mixed together. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if it happened to get on anyone’s skin.”

Reid Ashford’s stomach was beginning to growl. “And how long do we have to stand up here on these tables?”

Dr. Carlyle looked dejected. She absentmindedly answered the board member’s question. “Only about twenty minutes, I’d guess. Once it’s exposed to open air, its potency diminishes pretty fast. But its effects last for about three hours. So as long as no one touches it for the next twenty minutes…”

“It smells nice,” Kivan, the intern said quietly to himself. “Like toasted marshmallows.” He knelt down on his chair, and extended his finger. It looked as if he planned to dip it into the thick liquid and taste it on his tongue.

Dr. Carlyle caught Kivan’s movement out of the corner of her eye and reacted quickly. She screamed, “No! Don’t touch—”

But it was too late. Kivan’s finger had made contact with the attractive, undulating goop. Immediately, the bulge in the front of his scrubs was apparent. It grew rapidly, quickly growing from the size of a softball to the size of a basketball. Each second saw the crotch of his scrubs grow tighter and tighter as his penis obeyed the DNA restructuring from STGM-7. At first it looked like he was smuggling a softball between his legs. In no time the bulge grew to the size of a basketball, and showed no signs of slowing down. Kivan stared in shock and wonder at the impressive mound pressing ever-outward below his waist. And before he could fully register what was happening, the weight and shape of his penis, still straining below the fabric, threw his body off balance and sent him careening over the side of the chair.

With a SPLASH, Kivan fell into the ocean of STGM-6 and -7. He grasped at the air, flailing his arms, and sent drops of the substance flying in all directions. Steve, Keshawna, Xan, and Arjun backed up and huddled together on their table so as not to get hit by the drops.

Kivan stood up, covered in shiny, slippery goo. The front of his scrubs were now gone, presumably torn from his body by his penis’s rapid growth spurt.

Now, plain for all to see, Kivan’s massively outsized flaccid penis spread out in front of him, covered in a slick sheen, floating on the movement of the waves of opal goo beneath him.

It was, in a word, enormous.

Even in its flaccid state, it looked like Kivan could comfortably wear a tractor tire as a cockring.

Kivan looked at Dr. Carlyle. Everyone else stared at Kivan’s cock.

Reid Ashford in particular seemed riveted to the sight of the oak tree-sized penis extending from Kivan’s waist. In a measured tone, he said, “Dr. Carlyle, did we just permanently alter this young man’s physiology?!”

“No, not permanently. Like I said, the effects SHOULD wear off in about three hours.”

Kivan spoke up, still in shock about his condition. “I’ve got to live like this for three hours?!”

Reid Ashford tried to console the young man. “It’s temporary. Right, Doctor? It’s temporary?”

“It should be.”

Mira tried to lighten the mood with a compliment: “It’s really— quite impressive stuff. And you say it works on penises and breasts?”

Dr. Carlyle was hesitant. “That was the intention. We haven’t had a full test yet.”

Mira’s eyes met Tonya’s. Both women gave each other a wicked smile. Their next scheduled Rapid Breast Growth competition was still three weeks away.

Dr. Carlyle caught their not-so-secret intentions, and warned them. “Don’t. Mira, please. Tonya. Don’t.”

Tonya took a slow step forward. One foot was on the dining table and the other on the attached bench.

She glanced in Dr. Carlyle’s direction, and said coyly, “Don’t… what?”

“Tonya…,” Reid said, issuing a stern warning.

“Hm?”

Mira moved toward Tonya, “Yeah, Tonya. Really. We should take this situation seriously. It really would be such a devastating shame if either of us were… to…”

In one swift move, Mira tore open Tonya’s blouse, exposing her cantaloupe-sized breasts, and shoved Tonya forward. She swore she heard Tonya exhale a slight “Wheeeee!” on her way down to the ground.

SPLASH!

Tonya’s tits began to swell immediately. They quickly grew to the size of watermelons. Then beach balls.

Mira was only a split second behind her, shedding her clothes and leaping into the wading pool of growth serum.

It didn’t take long for Mira’s tits to catch up to the size of Tonya’s. And the race was on. Using their hands they scooped up handful after handful of the substance and spread it on their naked chests, hoping to outgrow the other.

They locked eyes with each other and began to scoop more and more intensely.

“No fuckin’ way, Mira!”

“Yes fuckin’ way, Tonya! Just watch me!”

Beach balls became yoga balls. Yoga balls became double-sized yoga balls. Then triple-sized, then quintuple.

Up on the tables, counters, and chairs, everyone rolled their eyes at the shenanigans on display. They were used to this kind of behavior from these two. Everyone, that is, except for Kivan. Since this was his first week as an intern, he had never seen anything like this before. At the sight of it, his massive flaccid penis began to get erect. More and more, its length and girth increased, as his eyes remained locked on the ever-expanding breasts, which were now the size of small cars, now the size of a garden shed… and they weren’t slowing down!

Rachel stood on her table with Dr. Banks and #47, and she knew what was about to happen. Her body had already begun to change.

Rachel’s DNA contained a rare mutation that responded to human sexual arousal. Any time she was near someone who was sexually aroused, her entire body grew in proportion to that arousal. And when Kivan’s cock began to grow, Rachel knew her body’s natural response was sure to kick in. She was also pretty certain that Kivan wasn’t the only person in the room who was enjoying the sight of the duo’s rapidly expanding breasts.

As Rachel’s body grew larger and larger, the dining table threatened to buckle and carry her, and Dr. Banks, and #47, down into the ocean of ooze below.

Trying to save her friends from the fate of falling into the growth serum, Rachel used her lengthening legs to step towards a nearby table. Alas, her shifting proportions had always messed with her depth perception. She misjudged the distance of the table she was trying to reach, and ended up stepping on the floor.

As soon as the sloshing STMG touched her ankle, her breasts responded to the DNA catalyst. Not only was Rachel’s entire body growing larger, but now her breasts were outpacing her body’s growth by at least twice the speed. They inflated like weather balloons.

Rachel knew from prior experience to remove her clothes quickly so they wouldn’t get ruined by her rapid growth. But the isolated expansion of her breasts was a new sensation. And she fucking loved it. She looked at Mira and Tonya, still scooping the growth serum onto their bodies. “Try as much as you’d like, girls, you’ll never get tits as big as MINE now!”

Mira and Tonya responded in unison: “Wanna bet?!”

Meanwhile, Kivan’s cock was still growing fatter and longer. Even though he had been standing at least twenty feet away from Mira’s and Tonya’s rapidly expanding breasts, his erection grew directly towards them, even as their breasts expanded towards him.

Kivan was shy. He didn’t know quite what to do in this, frankly bizarre, situation.

Luckily, Mira and Tonya knew exactly how to react. Their friendly competition suddenly seemed significantly less important. Mira knee-walked to the other side of Tonya, wobble-wobbling her spectacular chest as best as she could (what she would have given for a wheelbarrow like #47’s!). She laid down behind Tonya, who leaned back into Mira’s body, their four shipping-container-sized breasts pointing pertly towards the cafeteria ceiling. If Mira and Tonya could have moved their arms, they would have high-fived. Their cleavage created a giant flesh wall with a tunnel in the middle—perfectly poised to be penetrated by a telephone pole-sized cock. If only there were one of those around.

Mira shouted, “Hey, Intern! Consider this a ‘welcome to the job’ experience… you get to titfuck both of us…”

“Not just ‘get to,’” Tonya added. “We insist. C’mon, big boy!”

“Wait! Wait for me!” Rachel wanted in on this action. Her body had stopped growing around the time that her broad shoulders hit the ceiling, but her tits were still expanding ever outward. They were almost as big as Mira’s and Tonya’s.

Rachel positioned herself directly behind Mira, just in time to see Kivan’s cock penetrate the pair’s breasts first, and then arrive perfectly nestled in Rachel’s cavern of cleavage.

Kivan began thrusting his hips, and his groans of pleasure echoed through the room. He had never experienced anything like this. Had anybody? It was an unbelievable feeling to have this preposterously massive appendage wrapped in warmth by six (six!) of the biggest tits that must have ever existed on the planet. And he got to be the one to titfuck them?! He began to thrust faster, in and out, encouraged by Mira’s, Tonya’s, and Rachel’s voices.

“Yeah! You’ve got this.”

“Fuck these tits, intern!”

“His name is Kivan,” said Rachel, throwing a wink in Kivan’s direction.”

“Fuck these giant tits, KIVAN!”

Meanwhile, the sloshing from the titfucking made it impossible for the people on the other tables and chairs to avoid getting hit by stray splashes. Dr. Banks covered her eyes, unprepared for the growth that she knew was about to take over her chest. #47’s cock, already the size of a medium-sized rocket, began to expand. The Tech Team were hit, and experienced the same growth as everyone else in the room was experiencing. Expanding breasts popped out of shirts. Expanding penises popped out of trousers. Warm flesh pressed against warm flesh, aided by the growth serum’s slippery lubricating properties. The whole room began to fill with moans and groans of pleasure.

The only two who seemed to escape the fate of everyone else were Dr. Carlyle and Reid Ashford, whose bodies had been pushed, lifted, and pressed against the walls by the growing flesh around them.

Kivan kept thrusting as hard as he could in between the six-tit-tunnel. He felt the trembling in his dumpster-sized balls. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ffuuucckkk… I’m gonna CUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!”

“Yeah! Cum for us, Kivan!” Mira cooed.

“Cum for us, intern!!!”

Rachel raised her voice above the others. “Drown us in your fucking cum, Kivan!”

And he did. Pump after pump after pump of firehose-powered cum shot out of Kivan’s massive cockhead. Each thick rope contained at least five gallons of semen, and it seemed like it would go on forever.

“I’m s-s-s-stttillll…. cummmMMMMmiiinnNNNNnnGGGGG! Oh my g-g-g-G-G-ODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!”

“Keep cumming, Kivan! Fuck, this is so fucking hot!” shouted Mira.

Rachel added, “More! More cum, Kivan! Fuck our tits! Cum for us!”

Tonya said nothing at all, as her brain had been driven into sexual overload. She babbled incoherently as her body shook in orgasm—quite a feat, since she hadn’t touched her genitals even once. Nevertheless, she felt her hips buck up and down, and her pussy began squirting, spray after spray of nectar being added to the liquid pool beneath her.

And she wasn’t the only one. All around the cafeteria, the sexual haze had taken over everyone whose body had been touched by the serum. Moans and groans and “yes”es and “more”s and “fuuuuuck”s and “cuummmmiinnnggg”s were heard from behind the walls of flesh that now filled the volume of the entire room.

If the walls had been made of glass, from the outside it would have appeared as if the entire mass of people were just one giant square of quivering flesh, with occasional fountains of semen, squirt, and even milk filling in the few remaining crevices.

This orgy of gigantic proportions continued for the next three hours. With so much aroused flesh pressing up against so much aroused flesh, inspiring more and more and bigger and bigger orgasms, how could it not?

Eventually the STMG serum’s effects began to wane. Everyone’s bodies began to return to their original sizes and proportions. In silence, they gathered up their wet clothing, opened the cafeteria doors, and walked directly towards the laundry and shower wing of the facility.

Reid Ashford, who had endured the entire ordeal pinned against the wall, turned to the only other person who had been spared the growth serum’s effects.

“Dr. Carlyle,” he said. “A word, please.”

It would be a while before anyone in the cafeteria that day could meet the eye of anyone else who had been there. Eventually, the daily research of Midas Labs continued as usual, as if nothing had ever happened. “The Cafeteria Incident” became a “we just don’t talk about it” situation.

Epilogue:

Obviously, lunchtime would have to be delayed even further. Jaime donned a Hazmat suit and called in a few other members of the cleaning staff to join them. This was going to be a big clean-up job. Maybe not the biggest they’d seen at Midas, but still high on the list.

Everything would be okay, though. Once Jaime and their team got the situation under control, the cafeteria would look exactly as it had before. Spotless. All mistakes erased and forgotten, just as it should be.

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Hello Everyone,

Long time no post. Here are the links for you to enjoy Outbreak!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The story is focused around a halloween and spooky theme, I won't spoil too much here but I am sure you can get the jist rather quick.

It has been quite some time since I last posted on Reddit so be sure to check my DA gallery for all my free story posts, I have organised everything into "Free BE" / "Free WG" etc categories

Hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for the support, allowing me to do this for three years!

-GD

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Hey all, back for arc 2. You can read all 47k words here for free: https://www.literotica.com/s/of-leaf-and-lust-arc-02

One sentence summary: Arden struggles to survive his adoptive succubus family.

More complete list of kink tags: breast expansion, female muscle growth, penis expansion, ball expansion, cum inflation, height growth, mini giantess, lactation, unrealistic sizes, incest, transformation

Other tags: urban fantasy, magic, succubus, harem, werewolf, mind fuckery

I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

Missed arc 1? Here it is: https://www.literotica.com/s/of-leaf-and-lust-arc-01

(Sorry this one took so long to post, I've made a few changes in the trajectory of the story. As always keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters. I am hoping to get some teasers out of my upcoming expansion-related comic in the next few weeks)
Chapter 1 found here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here, 6 here, 7 here, 8 here, 9 here.

Chapter Ten: Secrets and Discovery

Casey lay in bed that night, her heart pounding as the house quieted down. The muffled sounds of family chatter had long since faded, leaving her alone in the thick blanket of silence. She hadn’t come out of her room since the incident, and she wasn’t about to start now. Several family members had tried to come up to talk to her, confused and concerned by her behavior, but she wasn’t ready to face anyone just yet.

It had taken every ounce of willpower to keep from bursting into tears during dinner when she heard the light-hearted conversations downstairs. She should have been there with them, laughing, celebrating Meemaw’s birthday. Instead, she was curled up under her blankets, trying in vain to stifle several sneezes as she worked herself up revisiting the incident over and over in her mind.

Casey had come to the realization that what was happening to her was more beyond her control than she had thought. Originally, Casey had thought that there had to be some sort of logical cause or that she could eventually find some cure for her condition…but what had happened to her on the stairs defied explanation. Casey remembered from a recent lecture that one of her professors taught that matter is neither created nor destroyed… so she knew the weight that had piled on her in such a short period of time out of thin air had to be outside the laws of physics.

What was happening to Casey, she determined, had to be supernatural.

After waiting for several hours, the house fell still and Casey could finally use the bathroom.

Casey slipped out of bed, her body heavier and more cumbersome than ever. Still not wanting to see or talk with anyone, she moved with deliberate care as she stepped quietly into the hallway. Trying to avoid the minefield of the old wood floorboards creaking underfoot, each sound made her heart race, but she couldn’t wait any longer.

The bathroom mirror loomed ahead as she tiptoed down the hall, her reflection barely visible in the dim light. The weight of her body felt different now, like it was something she wasn’t used to carrying— it felt more like wearing an oversized costume than being in her own body. Casey stepped inside the bathroom, the cool tile chilling her feet instantly as she closed the door softly behind her.

Her reflection stared back at her, the same face but with a body she barely recognized. A body that was by far wider and rounder than she could have ever imagined. She watched herself in the mirror as her hands came up to her belly, grabbing as much of a roll of fat as she could and gave it a good jiggle. Her whole body wobbled and shook, looking so soft and loose…a complete difference of her toned and solid body she had last left this house with just a few months ago. As she stared at her reflection, curiosity got the best of her.

She had to know how much she had gained.

She shuffled softly to the scale, her heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, she stepped onto it, watching the numbers flicker upward before landing on the cold, hard truth: 213.6 lbs.

Her breath hitched in her throat. How had it come to this?

Casey couldn’t even recognize herself. The curvy figure she had maintained the past few weeks was now swollen and full, her belly pushing against the fabric of her pajama top poking out from the bottom. Her hips strained against the waistband of her sweatpants with her thighs touching all the way down to her knees and exploding out in every direction, looking like she had stuffed two round pillows in her pantlegs. Her breasts, once perky and proportional, now rested heavily on her chest, their weight and sheer mass undeniable.

She sighed and went to go sit on the toilet, her butt cheeks spilling over the sides and touching the cold porcelain underneath. Casey pulled out her phone and began searching for a set of plus-size clothes to grab on her way out of town. She made sure to pick the curbside pickup option, still not wanting to face anyone.

The next morning, the sun had barely risen when a soft knock came at her door.

“Casey?”

It was Ryan.

Casey pulled the covers up tighter around her, torn between wanting to ignore him and knowing they needed to talk. Finally, she took a breath and responded, “Come in.”

Ryan stepped inside, looking unusually serious. Gone was the mischievous smirk, replaced with a more somber expression that made him seem older than his sixteen years. He closed the door behind him and shifted on his feet, glancing at her and then looking away.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “For what I said. I didn’t mean to... y’know, be a jerk.”

Casey sat up, her body shifting under the covers while the bed gave a loud creak, reminding her of her new weight. She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest, though they didn’t tuck in the way they used to as they squished into her ballooned belly and substantial breasts. “I know you didn’t,” she said softly. “And I didn’t mean to be either. I’m really sorry I haven’t been a great sister these past few months.”

Ryan nodded, his face crumpling into a mix of guilt and awkwardness. “Look, I get it. I’m sure life is busy for you. The thing is…I didn’t think I’d actually tell you this… but I kinda miss you.”

“I’ve missed you too little bro.” Casey replied back with a smile.

Her and Ryan spent the early hours of the morning catching up about their lives and reminiscing on old memories. While both of them wanted to address what happened on the stairs, the right moment somehow eluded them. The conversation remained focused on talking about each other’s lives and rekindling their friendship instead of diving into the unbelievable incident.

Casey ended up skipping classes entirely that day. She eventually got the courage to go down and say goodbye to her parents, then went straight to pickup up her new clothes from the outlets on the drive home. Loose-fitting and comfortable, she put them on in the privacy of a rest stop bathroom. Lunch was ordered in a drive thru and eaten alone in her car with just her thoughts. Casey wondered what sort of force, or person, could be behind her ordeal. Was she the victim of some sort of weird voodoo? Was there some ancient family curse that her mom had failed to mentioned? All the scenarios sounded ridiculous in her mind, but she also didn’t have any other way to explain it.

The dorm room was empty when she got back. Emily was out, most likely studying for the exams looming before Thanksgiving. Casey was relieved; she needed time alone. She dropped her bags on her bed and headed straight for the shower, hoping the hot water might wash away the tension that had built up over the past few days.

As the steam filled the small bathroom, Casey stripped off her clothes, her eyes catching sight of her reflection in the mirror. She stood there for a moment, just staring, taking in the full expanse of her naked body in daylight for the first time.

Her stomach curved outward like a small beach ball was inside her, her hips wide and full. Her thighs pressed together, thicker than ever before, while her breasts had the size of two identical two liter bottles of soda hanging off her chest. Her arms, once toned, now had a thick layer of fat that made them look puffy and round.

She turned slowly, examining herself from different angles. She hated how helpless she felt against her changing body, but also felt a pang of guilt as she ran her hands over her exaggerated, soft body. She couldn’t deny the odd sense of fascination that came with it.

She liked how it felt.

The thought made her stomach twist with guilt, but she couldn’t shake it. The fullness of her body, the way it moved, the way it pressed against her—there was something about it that made her feel... powerful.

She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her skin. As she ran her hands over her body, she felt every curve, every soft mound of flesh. Her hands lingered on her hips, sliding down to her thighs, then back up to her belly and breasts.

It felt surprisingly... good.

Her mind wandered back to the sensation of growing, the way her body expanded with each sneeze. She hadn’t actually seen entirely what it looked like when it happened. She had felt it, and she had gotten glimpses of certain parts of her getting bigger, but a morbid curiosity began gnawing at her to witness the whole show.

How could she time a sneeze to see it? Could she... make it happen?

Casey turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, standing in front of the fogged-up mirror, naked and dripping wet. She used her towel to clear the mirror and get a good look at herself, then laid it on the counter, leaving herself full exposed.

Her heart raced at the thought, her hands trembling slightly as she cupped her breasts. She felt a strange thrill run through her as she stood there, staring at her reflection.

And then, trying to imagine herself growing, she let out a small, forced sneeze.

“Achoo.”

Her body shivered, and for a moment, nothing happened. But then, slowly, she felt it—the familiar warmth spreading through her skin, the soft tingling that signaled the start of the change. She watched in awe as her breasts began to swell beneath her hands, filling up, rounding out even more.

Another fake sneeze.

“Achoo.”

This time, Casey watched her belly pushed forward, her thighs thickening, and her hips flaring out ever so slightly more. She could feel her body shifting, expanding, her skin stretching to accommodate the new weight.

One more.

“Achoo.”

Her body continued surging with growth, her breasts now overflowing in her hands, her hips starting to become comically wide while her legs felt heavy, yet strong.

She was mesmerized by the transformation. The sensation was intoxicating, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror as she grew larger and larger.

But then, she heard the door to her dorm open.

“Hey Case, it’s me! Just got back from a group project.” Emily yelled through the bathroom door.

Casey snapped out of her trance, her heart racing as she grabbed the towel to cover herself. As she opened the bathroom door and walked over to get dressed, Casey’s towel slipped, failing to accommodate the extra 26 pounds she had gained since she had used it last.

“Add bigger towels to the list too…,” Casey thought to herself.

“Hey, how was your trip home?” Emily asked with her back turned to Casey as she took our books and papers from her backpack, oblivious to what had just happened.

Casey’s mind was spinning, her body still tingling from the growth. “It was... good,” she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Good to be home and see family?” Emily followed up.

“Yea,” Casey replied with a smile Emily couldn’t see. “And I got to squeeze in a date with Max too.”

Casey slipped on some of her new clothes, especially liking the way one of the pair of shorts accentuated her round backside.

“I’m good by the way,” Casey said, letting Emily know she was done changing.

Emily turned around with a smile, that began to turn into a more serious face. “Case, can I ask you something?” she said, her voice hesitant. “Are we... friends?”

Casey blinked, caught off guard. “Of course we are. Why would you ask that?”

Emily looked down, her fingers twisting together nervously. “I just... I don’t want to overstep, but I really care about you …. and, well, it’s hard for friends to balance supporting each other and letting each other live their own lives, but also knowing at what point they should say something about… things.”

Casey’s heart softened. She knew Emily meant well, and knew this conversation had been inevitable. After all the secrecy, all the hiding, maybe it was time to share what was really going on.

Casey sat down and Emily did the same. Putting her arm on Emily’s shoulder, she responded. “Emily, I think we both know what you’re referring to… and, well, there’s something I need to tell you…”

The fact that this fit, literally weeks ago, but now is quad boob city, makes me worry. I made this blog to complain about my breast growth and hopefully get paid for it but I actually honestly didn't think they'd grow this quickly.

I've been pretty honest and open with you guys about the last few nights. I've been losing sleep to my breast pain and soreness. What aggravates me is that not only am I woken up by bloated breasts and tight radiating pain, but also the knowledge that this pain is my boobs....idk, cellularly reproducing?

I have literally no idea what's going on science wise, I need to get back to my endocrinologist, but they feel like they're in puberty pain. Skin tight.

Weird churning feeling inside them. Hard to explain. My partner has been very supportive but also making fun of me for yelping every time they even graze my yiddies the least bit.

We went on a brunch date today and I couldn't help but feel stares at the restaurant, the book store, the little art gallery.

"Look at us, look how big we are"

I can't even blame people. If I saw someone with tiddz this absurd i would look too.

Sigh. But I'm the one with them so of course I'm annoyed, feel embarrassed, and try to hide them, in vain.

Also I need ideas for nicknames for them. Nick names?

Or maybe better metaphors for boobs?

If this entire blog is going to be about them, it would be a lot easier to have code words. Inside jokes? Idk I think y'all get it

What are some whale names? Or pumpkin names?

Oh my God one time I saw this time lapse video of pumpkins growing, and I literally couldn't help but look down at my chest and feel a sisterhood with those pumpkins.

Like, God is the farmer, my body is the vine to the pumpkins, and the pumpkins are, well... you know what the pumpkins are.

God, trying to win some perverted competition, provides me with more sunlight and water than any pumpkin patch would need. Probably some nutrients that are banned in competition too. And the pumpkins just grow, and grow, and grow, with no thought for how the vine is doing, just sucking every bit of nutrient from the earth to get bigger. Everyone else in the pumpkin competition is like "plushy, you're winning, you can stop" .... To which I just reply

"I'm not doing this on purpose!"

Is this getting a bit cryptic? Cuz I'm a little turned on but also ashamed lol.

Anyways. As always, nice to stream of consciousness you with boob thoughts.

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Hey, everyone! I'm Near N. Far and I'm newish to expansive writers. I have a sample chapter for you from my Patreon. It's chapter 1 of my ongoing story Breast Obsessed. This is the tale of Carter and Dana, a young couple who are just now moving in together. Carter has a secret Breast Expansion fetish and struggles to find a way to tell his girlfriend about it without making her think he's weird. This is a very grounded BE story fully set in the real world, so no magic or science or dreams or wishes here. Just a guy with a love for growing boobies and his girlfriend who has no idea.

If you like this chapter, the story is up through chapter 3 for my $3+ patrons, along with three other ongoing BE stories and several short stories coming down the pipe. I also have an option to commission your own 2,000-3,000 word short story through my Patreon, and I've got a contest going on right now where supporters can get a chance to win a commissioned short story!

Anyway, enough of the self promo, here's the story. Please feel free to leave feedback in the comments.

“Oh my god! I think my bra just snapped!”

Betty’s face shifts to a look of exaggerated shock. Her mouth is agape, a perfectly round “O” ringed by bright red lipstick. Her eyes are wide open, her purple eyeshadow glittering in the cheap lighting.

“It did! My tits are so big they just broke my bra!”

She reaches up and grabs her massive tits in her hands and squeezes them through her satin, button-down blouse. I can see the twin points of her erect nipples attempting to stab through the lush fabric.

“You like my titties swelling up like this, don’t you?”

Her voice is sultry as she looks directly into my eyes. She doesn’t say “Carter” when she addresses me, but I know she’s speaking to me and only me.

“God, I really do,” I mutter back to her quietly.

“You want to cum for me? You want to cum all over these swelling tits?”

I can feel the buildup in my cock as my muscles begin to contract. My toes curl tightly as the orgasm comes on fast.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum!” I look around frantically as I realize just how loudly I said that. The walls in my apartment can be a bit thin. No need to include the neighbors in this private moment.

I dial up the speed at which I’m stroking my cock. The lube is doing the trick as my fingers and palm glide effortlessly over the throbbing head of my rock hard member. I’m right there.

“Cum on these tits, baby! Do it!”

Betty reaches around front and hooks her fingers into the gaps between the buttons on her blouse. With one quick motion, she rips the tight garment open. The clatter of a few launched buttons is clearly audible. As the shining fabric of her lavender top is separated, the massive wall of flesh that had been crammed inside comes rushing forward, stopping only as gravity pulls each enormous breast as far as it can go. The rippling shockwaves of the drop go wobbling back up through her entire chest. She looks me in the eye, biting her lower lip and moaning softly at the relief of letting those huge tits free.

It’s all I need.

I try to stifle my moans of pleasure as I continue to stroke at lightning speed. My dick twitches in my grip and spurts of white hot cum blast forth, covering Betty’s tits, cleavage, face, and more.

“Shit!”

I fumble with my cock in one hand and my phone in the other. I can’t believe I just came all over my fucking phone!

As my sexual bliss subsides and my thoughts uncloud, I quickly grab a few tissues from the box nearby and begin to wipe the mess off of my device, my hands, and my thighs. I look around to confirm that it didn’t end up on my bed spread. It looks like I’m in the clear.

“Wow, you came a lot!” Betty teases with a laugh as the video continues to play out on my phone screen. “I wonder if you cumming on my tits like this will make me grow the same way cumming in my pussy did?”

I close out of the video as the red-headed actress begins to massage a white lotion onto her tits, pretending it’s my semen.

All in all, it’s not a bad video, but it’s mostly just a retread of some of her past videos with different clothing and makeup. I can’t decide if her content is getting less inventive or if I’m just getting jaded from jerking off to breast expansion videos every two days. It’s probably a little of Column A and Column B. Still, I wish she’d go back to making stuff like her early content.

It’s so hard to find actresses out there who are interested in making breast expansion content and who can also act for shit. Betty is both to varying degrees, which makes her the best in the community for my money, but I can’t help but feel she’s starting to get complacent…

I’m in the process of putting my phone case back on after removing it for a deep clean with an alcohol pad. Just as I snap it back into place, the ringer goes off, and I nearly drop the device in a panic.

Thankfully, I catch it, only to see Dana’s smiling face looking back out at me from the contact ID bubble. I take a beat to let my heartrate and breathing recover from my startle and answer the phone.

“Hey, sweets!” I say to my girlfriend.

“Hey, yourself, Sugar!”

She sounds happy. And a bit excited.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Nothing. Just got off work and wanted to check in on my drive home. What’re you up to?”

“I’m taking a break, so just… watching videos on my phone.”

It’s not technically a lie… She knows I jerk off and watch porn. She just doesn’t know all the details about the porn I watch. I haven’t managed to find the nerve to have that conversation with her yet. Not sure how I tackle that one…

 She moves past my half-truth without comment and asks, “So, Carter, you excited for our big move-in party tonight?”

“Hell yeah!” I cheer with mock gusto, sighing with relief over not having to lie about what I was watching.

“Yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled about the move either. Moving furniture is for college kids,” she laughs back.

“She said, without a hint of irony…” I tease dryly. “You know we were college kids about…”

“Yeah, I know. It’s only been like five years. Still, that’s five years we’ve been out of college. We’re too old to ask our friends to move our shit for pizza and drinks.”

“Didn’t exactly stop us from doing it, though.”

“True.”

The conversation goes on, travelling down the usual roads. How was your day? What did that bitch Connie say this time? How is work going at home? Where should we order the pizza for tonight?

Nothing unusual.

I love chatting with Dana. She’s just a fun person to talk to. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s a legitimately funny, kind, sexy woman who is totally down with sleeping with me. She’s the complete package. After about twenty minutes, she finally mentions that she’s pulling into the complex, so she’s going to let me go.

Once Dana has made it to my apartment, we spend the rest of the day prepping for the move, grabbing pizza and beers, picking up the rental truck, heading to her apartment across town, loading up all of her stuff with the help of our friends Jess and Todd, and bringing it all to my place only to unload it all. Thankfully, she doesn’t have a ton of furniture, since her roommate furnished most of their place. The worst is her heavy-ass bed frame and mattress. Getting to replace my shitty “twin mattress lying on the floor” setup was her primary condition for moving in with me at all.

It's nearly two in the morning by the time our friends have left and the two of are finally getting ready to tuck in for the night. I undress to my boxers and Dana swaps out her casual dress for her comfy silky pajamas. I adore the way they hug her hips and breasts perfectly, accentuating her curves while still hanging loose enough to slide effortlessly across her soft skin with every move she makes. I can easily see the contours of her long legs, plush thighs, wide hips, and perky breasts. Her straight brunette hair hangs down just past her shoulders, kissing her pale skin and shimmering in the light of the bedroom lamp.

She is truly gorgeous.

She looks over at me as she’s throwing back the covers on her own bed, now in my apartment at long last. She must have caught me drinking in her body, because she immediately heads me off at the pass.

“Before you get any ideas, I am absolutely beat from moving all of this crap in one night, so I’m not planning on anything more than getting some sleep.”

To drive her point home, she throws herself into her pillow and pulls the covers up tightly around her shoulders. She smiles contentedly and closes her eyes.

“Same here,” I say, meaning it. “I barely have the energy left to get into bed.”

I flop onto her soft mattress and sink into the memory foam. It’s heaven compared to the piece of crap I’ve been sleeping on for nearly eight years.

“Still,” she says as we both lie there against one another, “it seems like a missed opportunity not to christen this baby on the first night in our apartment…”

“Hmm… you’ve got a point,” I say as I turn over and place my arm around her so that my hand lies against her right breast. It’s a perfect handful. I give a faint squeeze, feeling the soft flesh give way beneath the smooth fabric of her pajama top. I gradually feel the hard point of her erect nipple emerge and press into my palm.

Then I reluctantly add, “but I really am completely exhausted…”

“Ugh… me too,” she grunts into her pillow.

We both laugh at how lame we’ve become.

A minute later, I hear her voice again.

“Here’s an idea: how about we just talk about what turns us on?”

It catches me off guard, but I manage a sly, “You mean aside from you?” to give myself time to mentally recalibrate to this sudden change in the direction of things.

She giggles her sweet giggle just the way I knew she would. She’s always willing to patronize my dumb jokes and quips, even when they’re super corny and not funny in the slightest. It’s one of the many things I love about her.

“Yeah, Sugar, aside from me.”

I wait for a second to give her space to elaborate. I’m not going to voluntarily steer this into a discussion about my fetishes. No way.

“How about I go first?” she offers. “I can tell you one of my turn-ons, then you can tell me yours.”

“I’m listening,” I say, doing my best to ensure my voice doesn’t disclose the level at which I’m freaking out on the inside. I’ve known I’d need to have this discussion at some point. I just wasn’t expecting it to be the literal day we moved in together. I guess we’ve been dating for several months at this point, but some part of me was hoping for more time to think about how to talk about this.

I’m in it now, though.

“Okay, well,” she starts. Her voice is apprehensive. Maybe she’s got her own scary conversation eager to come out. “I’ve got a little bit of a fetish for some more… out there things…”

I turn my head to look at her, but she’s staring straight up at the ceiling. I can tell she’s extremely nervous to get out what she wants to get out. I’m lying here all up in my own head while she’s struggling with her own worries.

“Hey,” I say softly, “it’s just me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

She turns to look me in the eyes, and I can see a determination suddenly appear in hers.

“Right.”

She pauses and inhales deeply. I can feel her breast rise beneath my hand, and I take the moment to give a gentle press. Her nipple is still erect. Still stabbing into my palm. She’s clearly nervous to reveal her inner thoughts, but I think she’s also a little turned on at the thought of telling me whatever it is.

“I have a… teacher fetish.”

She suddenly blurts the words out so quickly that they barely register as a sentence in my mind.

“A teacher fetish?” I clarify, shocked that she’s so worked up over a pretty common roleplay fantasy. “Like where you’re a student having sex with your teacher?”

“Yeah, but there’s more…”

I should’ve known. There’s no way she’s this nervous about something so commonplace. I wonder what the wrinkle is going to be. Many options play out in my head all in the space of a split second. We’re having sex in front of the rest of the class or it’s me and four of my teachers all at once, bukkake style or he’s blackmailing me and will only give me a good grade if I suck him off every day after class. Possibilities keep blasting through my brain, one after another.

Still, I am utterly unprepared as she says, “I’m having sex with my teacher, but he… puts a blindfold on me.”

I say it before I can stop myself. “And then he…?”

She pauses, clearly taken aback.

“And then… he has sex with me. His student. Blindfolded.”

I begin to laugh, but I quickly stifle it.

“God! I knew it! I knew you’d think I was weird!” she says, pulling away and facing away from me.

I scoot across the queen mattress, my feet and elbow sinking deep in the memory foam. It takes just long enough for me to close the gap that it’s a little comical. Once I’m up against Dana’s back, I reach around her and grab her tightly, hugging her close against me.

“Sweets, there is no way on Earth that I could find you weird.”

But then I add, “Except for the fact that you inexplicably find me tolerable.”

I can feel her torso shake faintly as she giggles again. I haven’t lost her.

“Really?” she asks. Her voice is hopeful.

“Really,” I reassure her. “I only laughed because you were so worked up over a pretty tame fantasy.”

“Tame?”

“Yes, tame. You just made a huge deal about revealing to me that you secretly have the ‘pumpkin spice latte’ of fetishes.”

She giggles again, and I join her.

“Well then, Carter,” she starts as the giggling subsides, “how about you? Tell me about all that porn you watch. Is it less ‘tame’ than blindfolded teacher fucking?”

I inhale sharply, holding the breath in for several long seconds. I’ve dreaded this moment for ages. Pretty much from the time that Dana and I first started hooking up and getting serious, I’ve known that a day would come where I had to explain to this phenomenal, sexy woman that I like to beat it to videos of women pretending their tits are growing bigger by the second, usually until they burst out of their clothes and end up topless or sometimes even totally immobile.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, Sugar.”

The tone of her voice conveys hurt. She opened up to me, and I’m choking when I’m up to bat. I swallow my fear and decide to just get it over with.

“I, uh…”

I start, but the words lodge in my throat, refusing to come forward.

“I’ve sort of got a thing for… really… I mean really big boobs, and—”

“Well, yeah, I knew that!” she cackles.

She places her hand on top of mine where it currently rests, gently cupped against her breast. Her fingers interlace with my own and she presses my hand into her boob, making me squeeze more firmly. I adore the sensation of her tender flesh giving way beneath the fabric of her pajama top as my hand pushes into it. I can feel myself becoming truly aroused at the sensation. I casually readjust my position spooned against her to avoid my growing erection stabbing into her butt. Don’t want to be too obvious…

I decide that I’m already here, so I may as well get it all out in the open. I open my mouth to elaborate further. I know that I actually have to say the words “breast expansion,” or I’m ultimately chickening out.

“What I—”

My voice is thin. Quiet. Dana’s own words drown me out without her being even slightly aware of it.

“I mean, I know you’re a boob guy. That’s why you wanted to get with me in the first place, right? You liked that I had big boobs.”

I stop dead in my tracks. My mouth closes. I realize I may be far more out of my depth in this ordeal than I anticipated.

I love Dana’s tits. They’re soft. Perky. Full. Tons of fun to play with and suck on and motorboat. What I wouldn’t call them is big. At least, not by my standards. She’s a full C-cup according to most bra companies. A small D for a select few. When you’re as obsessed with huge tits as I am—especially with huge tits getting so big they go beyond “huge” and into “unreal”—C and D are just the beginning. Did I think she had great tits when I first met her? Absolutely. But it never occurred to me that she, or anyone, would consider her to have “big” tits.

I’m probably not normal in that regard.

Still, I’ve miscalculated. I need to say my piece and tell her about this fetish of mine. But I have to tread carefully. I don’t want to hurt Dana. Make her feel inadequate. Any of that.

This is somehow going far worse than I feared. I’m stuck in a no-win situation. I panic.

“Yep, that’s it.”

I was right there, and I just aborted the mission. This is my big opening, and I’m missing it. If I tell her later on, she’ll know I kept it from her.

I have to make this happen.

After a long pause, I break the silence once more with, “Actually, Sweets, there’s more to it.”

“Really? Like what?”

Am I really about to tell this woman who just poured her vanilla flavored sexual heart out to me that I’m into this insane fantasy where women’s tits grow bigger by the second? She’s going to think I’m a massive pervert or weirdo or loser or something.

“I… really like sexy lingerie. Bras, specifically. I like girls with big boobs wearing sexy bras. Lace. Sheer. All that stuff.”

There’s another long moment as my heartbeat pounds so heavily that I can hear it in my ear against the pillow. I can’t believe I just lied. Well, I didn’t lie. I love a sexy bra wrapped around some massive titties. Bonus points if it’s just a little too small and you get that awesome “overflow” effect. But I lied by omission. There’s no way this doesn’t fuck me in the ass sooner or later.

“I’m glad you told me,” Dana says softly as she presses my hand into her breast and rolls onto her side so that my fingers are devoured in the cleavage between her tits. It’s soft and warm between all that cloth and flesh.

And I just fucked this all up.

“I’ll have to go do some lingerie shopping soon. Maybe I can pick up a few nice bras and see what you think.”

I could tell her. I should tell her. The longer I wait, the worse this is going to be. Still, I lay here feeling her soft warm skin in my grip and enveloping my hand. The seconds tick by until I can hear the faint hum of her breathing as it becomes obvious she’s asleep.

I missed my chance.

Fuck.

(Hope you like this chapter, let me know what you think in the comments! As always keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters. I am hoping to get some teasers out of my upcoming expansion-related comic in the next few weeks)

Chapter 1 found here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here, 6 here, 7 here, 8 here.

Chapter Nine: Going Back

For the first time in months, Casey found herself driving back to her hometown. She hadn’t deliberately been avoiding going back, but with a busy schedule and her…changes, she hadn’t been very motivated to make the hour-long drive.

She at least made time every Sunday afternoon to video call with her parents, but the last time they spoke Casey’s mother laid on the guilt pretty heavy to convince her to come back for a visit.

“I know you’ll be coming for Thanksgiving in just a few weeks, but it’s Meemaw’s birthday and I know she’d just be thrilled to have you here for it. You promised you’d come back home often when you transferred over there, but I wouldn’t call not coming home in two months “often”, would you dear?”

So, she hit the road on a Friday afternoon right after her last class. It felt good to be home as she pulled off the interstate and drove the familiar roads, but Casey also felt an undercurrent of nerves. For one, while she hadn’t gained weight the past few weeks, she also hadn't seen her family since she left. This meant she was a whole 60+ pounds heavier than they would remember her and although she was feeling more confident lately, there was always the worry that someone would say something—especially her little brother, Ryan.

The second reason for her nerves was that she had gone into the student health center that morning before classes and gotten her nose bandage off. Casey had been walking on eggshells all day waiting for the dreaded tingle to return to her nose. Throughout her entire History of Innovation lecture that morning, she had braced herself for the inevitable…but it never came.

“Maybe my sneezing problem is gone for good?” Casey thought to herself. “Maybe breaking my nose reset whatever was wrong with me?”

But in the back of her mind Casey also remembered the last sneeze she had before the frisbee had hit her in the face… right onto Lacey, her high school bully. And now, based off the party on Halloween night, Lacey was looking like Casey had just a few weeks prior. Was Casey’s respite from sneezing related with Lacey’s seemingly rapid growth?

Casey pulled into the driveway of her family’s house, the familiar sight of the white picket fence and front porch bringing a wave of nostalgia. As she stepped out of the car, she could hear the faint chatter of her family inside. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted the collar of her jacket and headed toward the front door, bracing herself for the usual whirlwind of family greetings.

“Casey’s home!” her mom called out from the kitchen as she walked in. “Come give me a hug, sweetheart!”

Her mother, always the warmest person in the room, rushed over to envelop her in a tight embrace.

“It’s so good to have you home.”

Casey smiled, grateful for the welcome. “It’s good to be home, Mom.”

“Hey Case,” said her uncle as he gave her a quick side hug. “Great to see ya kid! School going well?”

“Hey Uncle Lars, yep so far so good!” Casey responded with a white lie.

Just then, Ryan bounded down the stairs, a mischievous grin already spreading across his face. At sixteen, he was the master of teasing, and Casey had learned over the years to brace herself for whatever playful jab he was about to throw her way.

“Whoa, Case!” Ryan exclaimed, pretending to look her up and down with exaggerated shock. “You’ve been hitting the cafeteria a little more than the library, huh?”

Casey’s stomach twisted, the familiar sting of insecurity creeping in. She knew Ryan was just being his usual annoying self, but the comment still hit a little too close to home. For a second, Casey paused trying to come up with a clever comeback, but as she did, she barely noticed a faint tickle in her nose, nothing nearly like she had felt before, but more like a distant train whistle that you could only hear in the quiet hours of the night.

Before Casey could respond, her dad appeared behind Ryan, giving him a light smack on the back of the head.

“Knock it off, Ryan,” her dad said with a good-natured chuckle. “Your sister looks great.”

Casey forced a smile, trying to brush off the comment as best as she could. “Nice to see you too, Ryan,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully, but inwardly she felt panic. She knew that a sneeze was inevitable after her bandage came off, everyone sneezes… but it was the worry of what the result of her next sneeze would be that gave her anxiety.

As they sat down for dinner, Casey’s thoughts kept drifting back to Ryan’s words, even as the meal was filled with laughter and stories. She poked at her mashed potatoes, feeling a mix of frustration and self-consciousness creeping in. Her family didn’t say anything more about her weight, but Ryan’s teasing had quickly deflated the self-confidence she had been building lately.

The next day, Casey had plans to visit Max’s family, something she had been looking forward to. His parents had always been kind and welcoming, and she felt at ease around them. She hadn’t seen them since the summer, and though she was a little nervous about how they might react to her changed appearance, she trusted that they wouldn’t make her feel uncomfortable.

Max opened the door as Casey walked up the stairs to the front porch of his parents’ house. He closed the door behind him and greeted her with a big smile and a warm hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” he whispered in her ear as he hugged her tightly. “Ready for some family time?”

Casey smiled. “Always.”

Max’s parents were just as welcoming as ever. His mom, a petite woman with a sweet smile, pulled Casey into a hug the moment she walked through the door. “Welcome back, Casey!” she exclaimed. “We’ve missed you. How’s school going?”

“It’s been a little tougher than I thought, but I feel like I’m getting the hang of it,” Casey replied, feeling more at ease with every passing moment. Max’s dad shook her hand with a friendly grin and immediately invited her to join them in the living room for snacks and conversation.

They sat together, laughing and catching up, but there was no mention of Casey’s weight. Max’s parents seemed genuinely more interested in how she was doing and what she had been up to rather than her appearance. The warmth of their home and the kindness they showed reminded Casey how much she enjoyed being around them.

After spending the afternoon with his family, Max suggested they go out for a date. “How about rollerblading?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. “It’ll be fun, and we haven’t done it in ages.”

Casey’s face lit up at the suggestion. “That sounds perfect. Let’s do it!”

A few hours later, they found themselves at the local roller rink, lacing up their skates. The place was mostly empty, with just a few kids zipping around the rink and an older couple holding hands as they skated slowly along the edge. The low hum of classic 80s music filled the air, and colorful lights flashed across the smooth floor.

Casey hadn’t been rollerblading in years, but as soon as she stepped onto the rink, muscle memory kicked in. She and Max glided around together, laughing as they occasionally wobbled or bumped into each other. It was the perfect distraction from all the stress that had been building up over the week.

After a few laps, Casey started to get hot from the exertion. She reached up to unzip her jacket, revealing the lowcut spaghetti strap tank top she had worn underneath. It clung to her body, leaving her curves nowhere to hide. She still felt a little nervous taking off the safety of her jacket, especially with Ryan’s jab yesterday being fresh in her mind, but being out with Max had melted away her worries. Plus, the cool air felt too good to keep the jacket on.

When she glanced at Max, she noticed him staring. His eyes widened slightly as he took her in, and she could see the unmistakable look of appreciation in his gaze.

“What?” she asked, smiling, her breath coming in short gasps from the skating.

Max grinned, skating closer to her. “You look… incredible,” he said, his voice low. “I mean, you always do, but there’s something about you in that top…”

Casey blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and flattery. “It’s just a shirt,” she said, waving it off.

Time flew as they danced and skated the night away and before they knew it, the rink was closing. As Casey and Max left, they walked hand in hand out to their cars.

“Thanks so much for an amazing night. I had a lot of fun.” Casey said to Max as she pressed up against him with his back leaned up on his car.

Max slowly wrapped his arms around her with his hands landing on her still enlarged backside, “Glad you had a good time, you made this night unforgettable.”

With a quick kiss and one last playful squeeze of Casey’s hips, Max walked her to her car as they said their goodbyes. The drive wasn’t long for Casey since the roller-skating rink was just down the street from her neighborhood, and her good mood carried with her as she walked in through the front door of her parent’s house. She walked in on her parents, Ryan, and two of her younger cousins at the kitchen table in the middle of a game of Rummy, a Thompson family favorite that Casey had been playing as long as she could remember.

“Hi dear, how was your day with Max and his family?” asked Casey’s mom.

“Ya, how is your perfect little Maxey?” mocked Ryan as his cousins quietly snickered.

“Hi Ma, it was great… and Ryan don’t call Max “Maxey”, how old are you, seven?” Casey responded.

“What did you end up doing?” inquired her dad.

Casey smiled thinking about how great of a day it was, “We had a nice visit with his parents and then Max and I went on a little date at Roller Land.”

“Roller Land?! How old are YOU? That place is so lame…” Ryan butted in.

“Ugh, Ryan you’re impossible. I’m going to bed…” And with that Casey went upstairs. As she got ready for bed, she felt the two mixed emotions of the day swirling around in her head. On the one hand she was so annoyed and frustrated with Ryan and her pesky interactions with him, and on the other she had such a memorable and fun night with Max.

The next morning the house was abuzz getting everything ready for Meemaw’s big birthday celebration. She was a very simple lady and would never have asked for such an extravagant party, but Thompsons had always liked to go big with special events and holidays.

Right on time at one o’clock, one of Casey’s aunts pulled up with Meemaw inside the old truck. When she walked through the front door, she was speechless as she saw all the decorations and people there for her.

Casey was soaking up all the good conversations with relatives, eating delicious homemade food, and feeling a sense of familiarity of her pre-college life. She was beginning to realize how much she had missed being so close to family and seeing them so often… that was, until she heard music coming from the living room and she went to investigate.

Sitting on the couch with an audience listening attentively, was Ryan playing the guitar. He sounded great, better than Casey remembered him being, but he was playing on HER guitar.

As soon as the song ended, Casey confronted Ryan, “Ryan, what the hell man! That’s my guitar.”

“Casey dear, Uncle Ronny asked Ryan just to play him a few songs,” Casey’s mother answered try to diffuse the situation.

“He’s damn good too!” Uncle Ronny interjected.

“Great…but that’s my guitar. I saved up for months to buy that in high school. Ryan has his own guitar, why can’t he use that?” Casey snapped back.

“Case… it’s not like you use it. It’s been gathering dust ever since you went off to college.” Ryan said with a smirk. Casey could tell he had purposely used her guitar for this exact reaction.

“Just because I go off to college doesn’t mean my stuff is free game! I’m only an hour away, it’s not like I got deployed overseas!” Casey yelled as the rest of her family started shifting in their seats, uncomfortable with their front row view to the argument.

“Only an hour away? Only an hour away? You might as well have enlisted and gone off to war because once you went off to college you never looked back. Mom had to beg you to come back home and even when you do, you go off with your stupid boyfriend and STILL ditch us!” Ryan screamed.

“I…” but that was all Casey got out before somewhere inside her, somehow, the dam broke and that all too familiar feeling came rushing back. Casey felt the sneeze building up and knew exactly what the result would be. She ran out of the living room and into the hallway towards the stairs. She made it up one step, and then…

ACHOO!

It was her biggest sneeze by far. The warm tingle spread throughout Casey’s entire body and she knew she was about to grow. Not wasting any time, she kept scaling the stairs as the weight began to pile on, and this time it wasn’t just a pound. She first felt it in her chest; a tight pressure as her breasts pushed out to escape her bra but her bra fought back with the wire digging into her skin. They bounced more significantly with the added weight, starting to land with a louder and stronger “thump” with each hurried step.

Casey’s belly also stretched forward, causing a tightness on her gut as her top reached the maximum size it was made for, and the waistband of her skirt ran out of elasticity. While the upper half of Casey’s body bounced up and down, her bottom half jiggled violently from side to side each time her feet hit the next stair. Her legs ached in exhaustion as the extra weight slowed her down and she began to pull herself up using the handrails.

Just as she got to the top of the stairs, Ryan ran out to the bottom of the stairs and yelled out to Casey, “Case, wait!”

But just as he did, he witnessed the grand finale of Casey’s expansion… already stretched to its limit from Casey’s swollen belly in the front, the seams at the back of her pencil skirt gave out and ripped nearly halfway up as her ass filled with massive volume in all directions.

Casey, without missing a stride, wobbled and jiggled her way to her bedroom and slammed the door. Ryan stood at the bottom of the stairs with his jaw hanging on the floor trying to comprehend what he just saw.

(Kind of been a long build up, but getting close to the heart of the action with these stories...as always keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters. I am hoping to get some teasers out of my upcoming expansion-related comic in the next few weeks)

Chapter 1 found here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here, 6 here, 7 here.

Chapter Eight: Halloween Night

It was the end of October and the campus buzzed with excitement for Halloween. Posters advertising costume parties and haunted houses appeared on every bulletin board, and students were in high spirits, eagerly planning their costumes. Casey had been looking forward to the holiday for weeks, but this year, her excitement was tinged with something new—confidence.

After her time with Max at the hot springs, Casey had begun to feel more comfortable in her own skin. His support, paired with the fact that she hadn’t gained any weight since breaking her nose, had given her a new sense of freedom. Though Casey’s appointment to get her nose bandage was mere days away, she had started exercising again, going on short walks around campus and lifting some weights with her roommate, Emily. The workouts helped clear her mind and focus her energy on something she could control. Though she was surprised to find that she hadn’t lost any weight from her new routine, she enjoyed the feeling of being in control of her body again.

During one workout session, Emily convinced Casey to join her at a party hosted by a popular fraternity. Their house was known for going all out, transforming their basement into a haunted maze and offering prizes for the best costumes.

“What are you going to wear?” Emily asked as her and Casey switched spots at the rowing machine.

Casey bit her lip, looking around to make sure the conversation was private. “I was thinking something a little more… daring this year.”

Emily raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Ooh, I like the sound of that! What are we talking? Sexy witch? Sultry vampire?”

“Maybe more like a cat,” Casey said with a laugh, showing her a picture of a sleek black bodysuit with cat ears. “I’m kind of feeling the whole ‘feline femme fatale’ thing.”

Emily nodded approvingly. “Yes! You should totally go for it, you got the curves to pull it off. Besides, Halloween’s the one night you can wear something revealing and no one bats an eye.”

Casey smiled, feeling a little surge of excitement. Normally, she would have been too self-conscious to wear something so form-fitting, especially after the recent weight gain. But she felt good in her body now, even with her uncertain post-nose-bandage future right around the corner.

But deep down Casey wondered if she actually doing it from her new-found confidence, or was she doing it because she was afraid she would only get heavier after her appointment?

“What the hell,” she said throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m doing it.”

The night of the party arrived, and Casey found herself standing in front of her dorm mirror, adjusting the final touches on her costume. The black bodysuit fit snugly, hugging her curves, and leaving a deep V to show off some cleavage while a pair of knee-high boots completed the look. She felt powerful, sleek, like she was channeling some inner feline confidence. Her nose bandage was still there, but she had use a black cat facemask to cover it completely.

Emily, dressed as a glamorous pirate, whistled appreciatively when she saw Casey step out of the bathroom. “Damn, girl! You look amazing.”

Casey blushed but smiled, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. She didn’t usually go for revealing outfits, but tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted to show herself—and everyone else—that she was confident in her own skin.

“Ready to go?” Emily asked, grabbing her pirate hat.

“Let’s do this.”

The party was already in full swing by the time they arrived. The frat house was decorated from top to bottom with fake cobwebs, skeletons, and orange lights. A DJ played loud music in the backyard, where dozens of students danced under the stars, their costumes ranging from silly to scandalous.

Casey and Emily made their way through the crowd, greeting friends and admiring the creative outfits. Casey felt more comfortable than she had in weeks, enjoying the energy of the party without the usual anxiety about sneezing or weight gain.

“Let’s grab a drink,” Emily suggested, pulling her toward the kitchen, which had been converted into a makeshift bar for the night.

As they moved through the crowd, Casey’s eyes caught sight of someone she hadn’t expected to see—Lacey. She was standing near the punch bowl, wearing a tight, ill-fitting devil costume. Her red dress clung awkwardly to her body, clearly not made for the figure she had now.

Her face was flushed with frustration as she tugged at the hem of the dress, trying to keep it from riding up. Casey couldn’t help but notice that Lacey had put on even more weight since the last time she’d seen her, especially in her breasts but with hips and a large midsection to match. The once slender, toned girl now looked more like a plump version of Jessica Rabbit spilling out of her dress, except uncomfortable in her own skin, her confidence clearly shaken.

A wave of emotions washed over Casey as she watched her old high school bully struggle. It was hard to ignore the irony—Lacey had always been the one to mock her for her weight, always the one with the perfect body. And now, here she was, visibly uncomfortable, trying to squeeze into a costume that no longer fit her.

Emily nudged Casey. “Isn’t that Lacey? She looks… different.”

“Yeah,” Casey murmured, unsure how to feel. Part of her wanted to smirk, to feel satisfaction at seeing Lacey finally face the kind of insecurity she had always inflicted on others. But another part of her felt pity. No one deserved to feel so out of place, not even Lacey.

They moved past her without saying anything, but Casey couldn’t help but feel the weight of Lacey’s gaze follow her across the room.

“God, did you see her face?” Emily whispered as they found a spot to stand near the dance floor. “She looked like she wanted to crawl out of her own skin.”

“I know,” Casey said, sipping her drink. “She’s definitely put on some weight.”

Emily glanced at her. “Not that I’m complaining, but from what you told me shouldn’t you be freaking out about seeing her? You seem… chill tonight.”

Casey shrugged, smiling a little. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been feeling better lately. Max and I had a really good talk, and I think our little workouts have been helping.”

Emily grinned. “Good for you. You deserve to feel good about yourself.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of music and laughter. Casey danced with Emily and a few of their friends, feeling lighter and freer than she had in months. No sneezes, no sudden changes in her body. Just the steady rhythm of the music and the warmth of the Halloween festivities.

By the time they left the party, Casey’s feet ached from dancing, but her heart felt full. She had faced her insecurities head-on and had come out the other side stronger. And as she and Emily walked back to their dorm, Casey couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, wondering what Lacey had been thinking when she saw her in that tight-fitting bodysuit, confident and happy.

For the first time in a long time, Casey felt like she was in control. She didn’t know how long it would last, but for now, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

Chapter Seven: Max’s Return

(As always keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters and my upcoming expansion-related comic)

Chapter 1 found here, 2 here, 3 here, 4 here, 5 here, 6 here.

The weekend arrived, and with it, a familiar sense of anticipation. Max was coming back to visit, and though Casey was happy to see him again, there was a flicker of anxiety beneath her excitement. She had told Max about what was going on with her last time he came, and he had seen her at 160 lbs when he left… but Casey was now hovering a good thirty pounds above that now.

“Is it lying if I haven’t told him how much more weight I’ve gained? Will he be upset when he sees me looking so different and I never mentioned it on the call?” Casey asked herself. “But then again, Max hasn’t really asked either. It can’t be lying if we never talked about it…“

Max had been so understanding last time, but would he be again?

As Casey stood in front of her dorm room mirror, she inspected the bandage on her nose. The swelling had gone down, but the break was still healing, and she would need to wear the bandage for at least another week. The good news was that her weight had stayed steady. No sneezes, no sudden gains. It felt like she was holding her breath, living in a delicate balance between normalcy and chaos.

A knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. She smiled as she opened it to find Max standing there, a goofy grin on his face. He pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her slightly off the ground as he always did. Casey felt warmth wash over her, his presence instantly calming her nerves.

"Hey babe, so good to see you!" he said, his voice soft in her ear. "It’s only been a few weeks, but somehow I always forget you’re even prettier than I remember.”

Casey blushed, grateful for the compliment but acutely aware of her bandaged nose and the changes in her body. She wore her oversized hoodie again, one of the few things that still made her feel comfortable.

“Missed you too,” she replied, stepping back to give him a once-over. Max looked as handsome as ever, his dark hair tousled, eyes sparkling with affection.

“So, I was thinking,” he said after they exchanged pleasantries, “we should do something special while I’m here. How about a trip to those hot springs you were telling me about?”

Casey’s heart skipped a beat. The hot springs. She had mentioned them in passing weeks ago, before everything with the sneezing had started. The idea of slipping into a hot pool under the stars with Max sounded amazing—except for one problem. Her old bikini definitely wouldn’t fit anymore.

“I, uh, haven’t been to the hot springs since school started,” Casey hedged, trying to buy herself some time. “Plus I don’t think this bandage should get wet—”

“Come on, Case,” Max said, grinning. “We’ll have a great time. Weren’t you saying you’re not supposed to fully submerge in the hot spring anyway? Your bandage will be no problem at all. It’ll be fun to relax and unwind together. You deserve it, and I’ve been dying to see those hot springs.”

Casey hesitated, but the way he was looking at her made it hard to say no. She didn’t want to let her insecurities ruin what should be a perfect weekend.

“Okay, but I need to get a new swimsuit first,” she admitted sheepishly. “The one I have doesn’t…fit anymore.”

Max raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. He just smiled, taking her hand. “Then let’s go shopping. I’ll help you pick out something cute.”

An hour later, Casey found herself standing in the changing room of a boutique on the edge of town. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the straps of the bikini she had picked out—a simple black two-piece. It fit snugly over her fuller curves, hugging her body in ways that her old swimsuit never had.

While Casey had seen herself in the mirror plenty of times since the sneezing fits had started, putting on this bikini really highlighted to her just how much her body had changed since her last hot springs visit. Gone were her sharp, prominent pelvic bones now replaced with wide hips and a bulging stomach that had a soft, doughy look to it. Her thighs we fuller, their skin tight and very much erasing the gap that was once there. Her breasts, which had always been on the smaller side, had grown enough that she had to adjust the top more than once to keep everything in place.

With a deep breath, Casey stepped out of the changing room, feeling Max’s eyes on her before she even looked up. His reaction was immediate and unmistakable—his gaze roamed over her body, lingering in a way that made her skin tingle.

“Wow,” Max breathed, his voice low and appreciative. “You look… incredible.”

Casey felt a wave of warmth flood her cheeks. She had been so worried about how her changing body would look to him, especially since she hadn’t been able to stop the weight gain before, but the way he was staring at her made her feel beautiful.

“Are you sure?” she asked, biting her lip. “I’ve, um, put on a little weight since last time.”

Max stood up and walked over to her, his hands gently resting on her hips. He pulled her closer, his eyes meeting hers. “I’ve noticed,” he admitted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “But, honestly? I think you’re even more attractive now.”

Casey blinked, her heart racing. “You mean… you like this?” She gestured to her fuller figure, half-expecting him to laugh or brush it off.

Max shook his head. “I’m serious, Casey. You’re beautiful, and I love your body. It’s sexy. All of it. More of it.”

She stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. She had been so self-conscious about the weight gain, so afraid that he would find her less attractive, but here he was, telling her the exact opposite. Max’s hands slid around to her lower back, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together.

Casey couldn’t help but smile, feeling a mixture of relief and disbelief. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about… all of this,” she admitted softly. “It’s been a lot to deal with.”

Max pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hands giving her muffin top a tiny squeeze. “I don’t care about a number on a scale, Case. I care about you. And right now, you look absolutely perfect.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, soothing all the anxieties that had been building up inside her. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to relax. Maybe, just maybe, she could let go of some of the fear and self-doubt she had been carrying.

Once Casey had a swimsuit, they drove out to the hot springs, nestled in a secluded spot outside of town. The night air was cool, but the water was warm and inviting, steam rising in soft curls under the starlit sky. Casey felt more at ease than she had in a long time, the tension melting away as she slipped into the flowing water with Max by her side.

As they sat together, Casey felt Max’s hand gently rest on her thigh under the water, his fingers tracing her skin. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting herself enjoy the moment. Max’s touch was tender, his presence grounding her in a way that made everything else seem distant and unimportant.

Casey stood up and looked around, making sure they were truly alone.

“You know, the swimsuit looks great… but you might like what’s underneath it even better…” Casey said as she started slipping off her top.

“Hmm, I think you might be right. But I better get a good look to be sure,” Max flirted back as he also stood up.

As Casey threw her bikini onto the rocks next to them, her whole body wobbled from the movement. Casey’s breasts were full and heavy but had a nice round shape to them and were surprising perky. Max couldn’t help himself as he pulled Casey’s waist tight to his with one hand while his other slid up her belly and started feeling her chest.

“Oh, seems like I’m not the only one skinny dipping!” Casey said excitedly as she looked down at the water below Max.

Max spun her around and hugged her from behind while Casey pulled her hair up with both hands, leaving her body wide open for Max to touch. Max rubbed his hands up and down her belly and sides, pausing to lift and drop Casey’s breasts and feel them bounce. He kissed her neck, giving Casey goosebumps in the process.

The two explored each other for a while, all the while Max keeping his promise to not to get Casey’s nose bandage wet.

Casey was on cloud nine. She felt so loved and so wanted and, for now, she wasn’t worried about sneezing or weight gain. She wasn’t worried about how her body looked or what the future might hold. All she knew was that Max was there, and he loved her exactly as she was.

And that was enough. For now, it was more than enough.

Chapter Six: A Break in the Cycle

(As always keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters and my upcoming expansion-related comic)

Casey woke up Thursday morning not really sure what type of day to expect; a new dawn or more of the same of the nightmare she’d been living in for six weeks. The weather outside should have lifted Casey’s spirits as she walked to her first class, but Casey was cautious to get too optimistic about anything these days.

The campus was alive with activity—students chatting, lounging on the grass, tossing footballs and frisbees as they soaked up one of the last semi-warm days of mid-October. But Casey was too distracted to enjoy it. Her encounter with Lacey the day before had left her rattled, and waiting for to result of her first sneeze after that was eating at her. Every time she felt a tickle in her nose, she tensed up, terrified to find out if she had regained control over her own body.

As Casey passed the student lawn, she absentmindedly walked by a group of students playing Frisbee. She didn’t think much of it until she heard someone shout, “Heads up!”

She turned her head just in time to see a blur of bright red plastic flying straight at her.

Thwack!

The Frisbee hit her squarely in the face, the impact landing painfully on her nose. Casey stumbled backward, clutching her face as the world spun around her. Pain exploded through her head, and she could feel blood trickling down her upper lip. She doubled over, eyes watering, struggling to catch her breath.

“Hey! Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A guy ran up to her, wide-eyed and panicked, clearly one of the Frisbee players. “I didn’t mean to—are you okay?”

Casey couldn’t answer right away. The pain was too intense, radiating from her nose down to her jaw. All she could do was groan as the guy hovered over her, frantically apologizing.

“I think… I think my nose is broken,” she finally managed to say, her voice muffled by her hands.

A few other students gathered around, offering napkins and tissues to help with the bleeding. The guy who had thrown the Frisbee looked pale with guilt. “I’ll take you to the campus health center,” he said quickly. “Come on, let me help.”

Two hours later, Casey sat in the campus health center with a swollen nose, a dull throb pulsing through her skull. The nurse had confirmed that her nose was, in fact, broken. They’d cleaned her up, bandaged her nose, and given her some painkillers, but there wasn’t much else they could do. The fracture wasn’t severe enough for surgery, thankfully, but she’d be dealing with the aftermath for a while.

She slumped back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, wincing as the painkillers started to dull the ache. The one silver lining, if she could call it that, was the fact that she still hadn’t sneezed since the Frisbee hit her. The pain in her nose made it impossible for her body to trigger a sneeze, and for the first time in weeks, Casey wasn’t living in constant fear of sudden weight gain.

It was strange, not feeling the familiar tickle or the rush of panic when her nose itched. It was as if the pressure on her sinuses had vanished. She had spent so much time obsessing over every sneeze, waiting for the inevitable changes in her body, but now there was… nothing.

For the rest of the week, Casey continued her classes with the bandage across her nose, feeling strangely free. She stepped on the scale several times, half-expecting to see the numbers jump, but they stayed steady. 192 pounds. She hadn’t gained an ounce.

It felt like she had been granted a brief reprieve from whatever curse had overtaken her life. No sneezing meant no weight gain. Her body wasn’t growing, wasn’t expanding beyond her control. But it was hard to relax, knowing the injury to her nose was only temporary. What would happen once it healed? This had only delayed her finding out if the weird encounter with Lacy had changed something. Would the sneezes return, bringing the extra pounds with them?

After a few days, though still in pain, Casey was loving her new routine. She could finally focus in class again, and for the first time in a while, she hadn’t obsessed over her reflection that morning. The break from the sneezes was like a weight being lifted off her shoulders—ironic, given the circumstances.

Feeling an extra energy she hadn’t experienced in a while, Casey decided to go hit the elliptical at the student gym on Tuesday. On her way, as she made her way to the student center, Casey couldn’t believe her bad luck as she spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. It was Lacey, walking just ahead of her.

For a moment, Casey felt the usual knot of tension form in her stomach, expecting more taunts or insults. What were the chances of running into her for the second time in a week? She had managed to avoid her for years up until last Wednesday and now she bumped into her again? But as she looked closer, something seemed… different about Lacey.

She was wearing a tight, long sleeve shirt and a pair of nice designer jeans, but today they didn’t fit her figure the way it used to. In fact, it looked like it was straining across the bust and Casey could make out a new little curve her midsection. Her thighs filled her pants tight, her hips pushing them slightly wider, and her face had softened in a way that Casey recognized all too well.

Had Lacey… gained weight?

Casey blinked, hardly believing what she was seeing. Lacey, who had always been so obsessed with her appearance, who had teased Casey for her weight just last week, now looked like she had put on at least ten pounds.

A memory flashed through Casey’s mind: the moment she had sneezed on Lacey during their argument. Could it have had something to do with this? It was absurd to think about, but the timing was too perfect to ignore. Had sneezing on Lacey somehow transferred the weight gain to her?

As she continued walking, her thoughts spiraled. The possibility seemed ridiculous at first, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She hadn’t sneezed or gained weight since their encounter and now Lacey was the one who looked heavier.

Could it really be that simple? Could sneezing on someone else pass the weight gain onto them?

Casey’s mind buzzed with questions, but she kept her distance from Lacey, not wanting to risk another confrontation. She needed time to think, to figure out what was happening before jumping to conclusions. But the idea that her sneezes could affect someone else’s body the way they had affected hers opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

As she headed back to her dorm, Casey couldn’t help but wonder what this meant. Had she found a way to stop the curse, or was this just another complication in an already strange and terrifying situation? And if it was true, what would she do with that knowledge?

Chapter Five: The Encounter

(I apologize for the delay in posting Chapter 5, keep an eye on my Deviant Art for future chapters and my upcoming expansion-related comic)

Two weeks had passed and the fall weather had turned crisp as Casey walked across campus on a Wednesday afternoon. Life for her had mostly been the same during that time; classes, sneezing, study groups, weight gain, long calls with Max, and a little bit more sneezing. Casey had accepted her fate, now at a heavy 192 lbs. She had gained nearly 70 pounds in the month and a half that she had been at school.

By now she was pretty used to it. She had given up on exercising and didn’t bother investing much into a cute wardrobe since she knew she was going to outgrow it soon enough anyway. Her old body was a distant memory, almost another lifetime when going up stairs wasn’t a high intensity workout, and her body wasn’t constantly jiggling and bouncing as she hurried from lecture to lecture.

That afternoon as leaves crunched beneath her sneakers, and she could feel the cool wind tugging at her oversized sweatshirt, the one she had been relying on lately to cover her growing body. It was one of the newer pieces of clothing she had bought that fit comfortably, and she appreciated the way it hid her changing figure from the casual gaze of passing students.

As she turned the corner toward the student center, Casey’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice she hadn’t heard in years—a voice that sent a chill down her spine.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Casey Thompson.”

Casey’s stomach dropped. She knew that voice. She’d recognize it anywhere. Slowly, she turned to see Lacey Burns, her high school tormentor, standing just a few feet away. Lacey looked almost the same as she had in high school—tall, blonde, and perfectly put together. Her outfit was trendy, hugging her slim waist and large breasts, and her makeup meticulously applied, as if she had just stepped out of an Instagram filter. The smug grin on her face was just as sharp and cutting as Casey remembered.

“Lacey,” Casey muttered under her breath, hoping to avoid an encounter.

But Lacey had already locked onto her, and there was no escaping now.

“Oh my God, is that you?” Lacey said with mock surprise, her eyes raking over Casey’s body. “I barely recognized you. It looks like you’ve… filled out a bit since I last saw you.”

Casey felt her face burn, her fists clenching at her sides. Of course, Lacey would notice. She always knew exactly where to poke, where to hurt the most. Casey had spent years trying to forget the bullying she had endured at Lacey’s hands—snide comments, cruel jokes, whispered gossip. And now, here she was again, ready to pick up where she had left off.

“Hi, Lacey,” Casey replied, trying to keep her voice steady. She didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing her upset. “I’m kind of in a hurry, so—”

“What’s the rush?” Lacey interrupted, taking a step closer. “I’m sure you’ve got a few minutes to catch up. After all, it looks like you’re not running anywhere these days.” She giggled, glancing pointedly at Casey’s midsection.

Casey’s heart raced. She felt a surge of anger rising inside her, but she tried to keep it in check. Lacey wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t going to let her get under her skin again.

“Just let it go,” Casey said, her voice tight. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, come on,” Lacey sneered, leaning in closer. “You’ve really let yourself go, haven’t you? I mean, you were never as thin as me, but this? What happened, Casey? You know it’s the freshman fifteen not fifty, right? But I guess you’re just making up for lost time for your first year at real college instead of that dinky community college of yours.”

Casey’s blood boiled. She had been trying so hard to keep a low profile, to avoid drawing attention to herself while she figured out what to do about the sneezing. And now, of all people, Lacey was the one to throw it in her face.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” Casey snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. “Some of us actually have more important things to worry about than fitting into skinny jeans.”

Lacey’s smirk widened. “Wow, defensive much? It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself. Maybe lay off food from the cafeteria for a while, huh?”

Casey’s hands shook as she clenched them into fists. The urge to scream at Lacey was overwhelming, but she knew that would only make things worse. She needed to stay calm, to walk away before things escalated.

But then, without warning, and without any time to react, Casey let out one of her biggest sneezes yet. She tried to cover her mouth, but the sneeze exploded out of her too quickly.

“Achoo!”

“What the hell?” Lacey blurted out, taking a step back.

Casey’s heart pounded as lifted her gaze and she realized what had happened. She hadn’t just sneezed in front of Lacey—she had sneezed on her.

Casey instinctively put her hand on her belly to brace for the growth…but it never came. Confused, Casey quickly looked down at her body expecting to see it bigger, but her eyes confirmed what she had felt…or rather, hadn’t felt.

Lacey looked down at herself, her face contorting in disgust. “Ugh, are you serious? You sneezed on me? Gross, Casey! Do you have any idea how nasty that is?”

Casey blinked, still in shock herself. She hadn’t meant for it to happen—it was just a sneeze. But the way Lacey was reacting, you would have thought Casey had done it on purpose.

“Sorry,” Casey mumbled, taking a step back. “I didn’t mean to—”

Lacey cut her off, waving her hand dramatically. “Whatever. Just stay away from me, okay? God, you’re even more pathetic than I remember.”

With that, Lacey spun on her heel and stormed off, leaving Casey standing there, her heart pounding. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Of all the times to sneeze, why did it have to be in front of Lacey? And why on her?

She rushed back to her dorm room and stripped down to her underwear. Pulling off her hoodie, peeling off her skintight shirt, and shoving down her jeans inch by inch past her swollen thighs; she stepped on the scale, her heart racing.

192 pounds.

She was the exact same weight as this morning. Relief washed over her as she stared at the number.

Casey went over and sat down on the edge of her bed, her mind racing. This was the first time in weeks that when she sneezed, she didn’t grow. Was the weight gain slowing down? Or had something about sneezing on Lacey changed it? Either way, she couldn’t help but feel a small sense of victory. Lacey may have tried to tear her down, but for once, Casey hadn’t let her.

Casey looked down at her belly, which until recently had been a collection of a few smaller rolls of fat down her front, had now combined into two large masses with a single crease right above her belly button. It was discouraging to see, but somehow Casey felt a sliver of hope that maybe this was the biggest she would get.

As she reached back and unhooked her bra, she felt the instant relief of letting her heavy breasts drop and hang as they pleased, no longer straining her back. She slipped on her white fuzzy robe and lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, Casey knew one thing for sure, something had been different today… and different could mean that the journey she had been on was ending, or the journey was entering a new, unfamiliar chapter.

Tags: Futanari, Hyper, Cock Vore, Femboy, Excessive Cum, Unbirth, (lighthearted)Race-play

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It was a sunny day. The birds are chirping, the people are smiling, and the air smelled quite amazing. What a perfect moment for Joanna to enter the scene. 

She strutted down the Boardwalk, glistening in the sun with her ebony skin. Her head turned at the sky, letting all the bystanders soak up her form. An almost amazonian body, with thick, smooth muscles and a towering 6’3” figure. Her breasts rivaled her own head in size, barely restrained by the lavender bikini straps. A large, plump ass headed by powerful, veiny quads. And most importantly, her swaying, girthy 25 inch cock that batted between her legs and coconut-like testicles. 

The shape of her nethers screamed masculinity, but the sheer difference between the rest of her that oozed femininity was jarring. A large, sagging scrotum only to be followed by curved and toned calves. Joanna was part of a rare sex called Futanari. Born as a man, her aching desire to become a matronly figure that exudes sexuality, she undertook an alchemical procedure that transformed her into the erotic contradiction she currently walks as.

However, a black market process such as this doesn’t come without side effects. In Joanna’s case, she gained the ability to consume others through her urethra, otherwise known as cock vore. It wasn’t initially a big deal, but every time a nice ivory bubble butt walked by, she could feel her cavernous cock start to ache with desire…

*** 

As Joanna came closer to the shoreline, she saw a familiar sight. A large, red-and-white striped parasol, covering a trio of vibrantly colored beach towels. A nice handy basket also stored various knick-knacks, including a box of extra large popsicles. Two of which were removed by who Joanna only knew as Mitzey and Nel, good friends of hers.

Mitzey sat on his wonderfully plump back and sucked on his grape popsicle. Nel had a blueberry flavored one of his own. Together, they consumed their delicacies with such fervor. Both sets of eyes were closed shut as they went to town on the popsicles. The way that long, icy rod disappeared into their bloated lips, sawing in and out to get every last bit of flavor from the treat. The natural eroticism displayed in how the tip circled around each mouth, leaving strings of spit and slobber excited Joanna greatly. Her rod jumped up and took a slight curve into her chest, now throbbing with delight. Even their legs, fit for curvy Instagram models, were splayed in a naturally submissive pose. Nel leaned over and fully exposed his tiny bulge from behind his fluffy hips, all 47 inches of them. Joanna took this opportunity to show off a little to her cutesy exhibitionists.

“Hey, boys! Come get a little look at momma!” She shouted to the pair. Nel and Mitzey jolted, looking over to the source. Once they saw who had called them, they immediately knew who it was. Those strong hips, the supple chest, and especially that giant cock; it had to be Joanna. Almost as if in sync, their 4 inch dicks rose to full hardness, creating small tents in their panties. They hid their excitement by closing their legs, but the way their thighs squished together made the display no less erotic.

“Hah! I appreciate the fanfare, boys…” she said, walking over to the shade. Still a bit dumbfounded at Joanna’s sheer size, Nel slowly crept up.

“J-Jeez, Joanna! T-They really went all out on you, didn’t they?” 

“Y-Yeah, it’s so big. Like, even bigger than my arm…” Mitzey trailed off.

The muscled woman flexed in response. “Heh, don’t make me laugh. My meat doesn’t even compare to your skinny little arm.” Indeed, the thickness of her cock was more comparable to his slutty 28 inch waist than his tiny biceps, “The only thing this dick is good for would be getting some of that ‘phat’ white booty~” Joanna said with a husky undertone. 

Nel felt his butt pucker in response, fantasizing about taking the monster inside him. Feeling each coarse bump and curve move around inside him, ravaging his insides. Or maybe the inside could feel even better, his body getting hugged by her powerful piece of dark, hard wood….

Catching himself in a daze, Nel snapped out of his erotic daydream. “I’m-*unnff*- not sure I could even do that! But… maybe I can do a ‘little’ something for you…” He looked back to see Joanna’s slowly pulsating rod, then stood up. Nel backed up a little, just enough to touch his creamy cheeks to her dick. His heart palpitated with restrained desire as his diminutive penis betrayed a sense of feverish arousal.

After a small moment, Nel slowly stroked his oily butt down the underside of Joanna’s cock. Both of them were locked in silence, fully entranced by the predicament. Joanna gripped the sand with gritted teeth, her muscles bulging with enough force to twist iron. Nel felt the increased heat from her and reciprocated, driving his hips further into her crotch. Even Mitzey was hypnotized by the amorous display, silently stroking himself through his underwear.

“Ooh, fuck yeah… That’s it right there, you need this black cock so badly, don’t you?” The futa whispered in his ear. Joanna reached up and squeezed into Nel’s pillowy thigh, eliciting a tiny yelp from him. “Mmff, you’re such a tease. C’mon, you know you want more, go ahead and work for it~” She groaned, now slowly sawing up and down his booty, matching the tempo.

Nel had almost creamed himself from Joanna’s sultry words, but now he decided to put a little more force in. Once again increasing the tempo, all three were now making sounds from the haze of pleasure that surrounded them. In one motion, Nel went a bit higher than intended, so the monstrous dick actually slipped underneath his bikini on the downstroke, allowing for more friction with it now bound to his ass. Joanna met the incident with full force, now basically slamming her hips into Nel’s butt. With each stroke, ripples were made throughout his cheeks, encouraging her to go even harder.

At a point, Nel began to rock back and forth with all the strength he could muster, feeling the pattern of her throbbing start to change. They became slower and more deliberate, as Nel rushed even further to experience a climax from his stimulating hot-dogging.

Joanna’s breathing became more shallow, as she too acknowledged her impending orgasm. “Ugh, ah, ffuck… Come on, shake that ass.” she barely managed to say, feeling her testicles tighten. “Harder. Harder! **Harder! \*Unnff\*, ah…giuhhh, shiIIT!”** She cried out loud, letting forth a deluge of cum from her heavy nuts. The first, second and third ropes drenched Nel’s cheeks, each one dwarfing what both femboys could produce in a day combined. Pump after pump assaulted Nel’s body, completely encasing his ass in a pasty thick sludge.

Even as he turned around, he was met with another monstrous shot to plaster his chest. Then another, gluing his mouth shut. Then another, burying his dick in cum. The blasts continued for almost an entire minute, but the whole time, Nel watched the cum rocket out of Joanna’s urethra, completely stunned by the scene of beauty.

In the aftermath, Joanna recovered enough to actually look at her snow-bunny boytoy, only to see a little slut completely obscured by her own cum. Plastered head to toe with 2 gallons of semen, not an inch of skin to be seen. Her erection immediately returned to full hardness after seeing the sheer display of her virility.

On the other hand, Nel had become completely drunk with arousal. The way that cockhole expanded with each cumshot, feeling the warmth of her seed surround him, just \*imagining\* how that could feel ‘*all the time*’. After a moment, Nel finally broke his silence and spoke up, “I-I wanna get more of that! I don’t care about anything! Please shove me down that fat cock, whatever it takes!” Nel vibrated with energy.

Joanna’s testicles lurched in response. “Ooh, baby. I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” She guided her cock closer to Nels face, “Go ahead and climb in. Feel how good my cock is. 

“Ahh, little white boys like you are made for my fat nuts~” Joanna cooed to her little cumslut. Her balls tensed and dropped, preparing for their new ‘package’.

Nel could barely breathe with the excitement coursing through his body. It was positively shaking with anticipation as he wiggled his meaty butt. He crawled on all fours, coming closer to Joanna’s cock until he was mere inches away. From this distance, he could smell the powerful musk emanating off his black queen. Even with all the cum he was caked in, the scent was even stronger coming from the source.

With shaky hands, Nel took his index fingers and inserted them into Joanna’s urethra. It was so wide that it didn’t need to stretch to accept Nel’s dainty digits. Then, he slowly added more fingers to the hole, eventually gaining a good grip on the tip of the monster dick. Gaining access to an even stronger smell, Nel didn’t hesitate to stretch the opening even wider, to which Joanna’s cock accepted. Immediately, the femboy stuck his arms as far down as they would go into the urethra, only finding more cavernous space.

He could feel the walls of her cock tightening with inhuman strength, already forcing him down her shaft and swallowing his head. By then, Nel was absolutely surrounded by the earthly, orgasmic stench of Joanna’s cock, akin to the pheromones of a \*lion\*, a strong and prideful predator. 

At the same time, Mitzey had still been mere feet away, edging to seeing his friend envelop another in her gigantic cock. The immense eroticism in seeing a fat-assed femboy like Nel play out his \*own\* fantasy was simply too much to bear. Standing up with the hardest erection of his life, he sauntered over behind the other. Mitzey could smell the twink’s own scent mixing into the rest of Joanna, and that made it so much better. A dominant, overpowering stench oppressing such a meek aroma only seemed right, leading Mitzey to nudge his face directly between Nel’s sludge-covered asscheeks and lifting him by the legs. 

All the cum and sweat interacted in just the right quantities, driving him absolutely insane with desire. A desire to see his own fragrance combine with Joanna. The only way that could be sped up, is to send his lookalike down the path he was already going. Her cock had already expanded enough to accept Nel’s torso, but his hips were drastically wider.

“Hey… ahh, Mitzey baby. Come help me suck Nel down my giant log… If you do, I’ll make sure you’re next~” Hearing that he had a spot reserved within Joanna’s magnificent balls made Mitzey immediately orgasm. 3 small, pathetic spurts that squeezed from the fabric of his panties barely contributed to the puddles of cum on the ground, but the cock-hungry femboy was determined to shove himself down some black cock today.

With as much force as he could muster, Mitzey rammed himself into Nel’s backside, rebounding off his bouncy butt. Although, it helped make progress to send him further down the urethra, so Mitzey rammed again. Time after time, he displayed exactly how unathletic he was, but eventually a last push got the edge of Joanna’s tip to swallow the widest part of Nel’s body. From there, he was dragged all the way down her tip, and a large, lumpy bulge started to grow in Joanna’s right testicle.

“Ooh, fuck. That’s the spot.” She said, rubbing on her swollen nut. “Thank you soo much, darling. Now, I think I should make good on my promise~” Joanna smiled with an almost evil smirk, showing off her slightly stretched urethra.

“Go on, baby. Give it a good, *wet*, kiss~” Mitzey could feel his entire body shaking. The giant black woman gave him(of all people!) a direct order to kiss her cock! He moved forward slowly, trying to pace himself. Once he was close enough, he puckered his thick natural lips and reached out to peck her huge cock. However, once he made contact with her urethra, he felt a sudden sucking force pull on his face. Joanna was able to contract her slit so hard to make a genuine suction out of the opening, gluing Mitzey to her cock. She let out a hearty laugh, before moaning from the tongue that slipped out of her captor’s mouth. Mitzey licked along the insides of her walls with fervor, tasting as much of the leftover cum as possible.

It created a feedback loop where the more Mitzey slobbered up her insides, the harder her penis would squeeze, inviting him into the deeper and more sensitive parts of her cock. The engine was fueled purely by instinct; one part to engorge himself on as much of his ebony goddess as possible, the other part to enjoy the worship that little white cumsluts would give her. Before either of them were aware, Mitzey had been sucked in past his neck, with his shoulders currently being enveloped in heated cock meat. 

The deeper along the shaft that Mitzey went, the sweeter *and* saltier her cum got. Even the consistency became thicker, every mouthful was now comparable to the best taffy in existence. Opening with a sweet, almost sugary zing. Then revealing a salty twang after it, and finally melting down his throat with a satisfying swallow. The process was nowhere close to tranquil, though. Ravenous would be a better fit.

Even on the outside, Joanna could hear the speed of Mitzey’s gluttony. *GLORP* *SCHLACK* *GLURCK*. It was so erotic to hear those noises reverberate all throughout her magnificent cock. Her little boy was so excited to gobble down all the cum she could give! After another deep gulp rang out, Joanna decided that it would only be right to make sure that Mitzey would have the best supply of cum forever. 

Looking beyond the base of her crotch, she could see Mitzey’s plump thighs and hips still sticking out of her. His thighs were quite a bit thicker than Nel’s, so it was going to be a challenge to stuff him all the way by her own. However, Joanna reveled in the difficulty. Every labored squeeze brought her closer to climax once again. All the strength of her cock was purely dedicated to sucking down those phat booty cheeks. 

With a heave, a hurl, and a guttural roar, Joanna put all of her might into stretching out her urethra and finally bypassed Mitzey’s feminine hips. She was almost delirious when she saw his svelte legs disappear out of sight, just like his partner before. With a *GLURP*, Joanna’s other testicle expands to accept Mitzey within herself. She massages both her nuts, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted from the inhuman performance. Slowly, she lays her head back and closes her eyes. Joanna falls asleep with her spoils of two delightfully thick femboys. 

***

The sky has turned from a bright blue, into a deep orange. The squawking on the beach has gotten quieter, and the air has begun to cool down. A few people on the beach have seen Joanna’s gigantic nuts gurgle and rumble, deciding to move on before they submit themselves to the same fate. The dark-skinned futa herself still lulls in her sleep, unaware of the magnificent process now occurring within her body.

As the trio lay unconscious, an after-effect of Joanna’s procedure kicks into action. Both femboys feel an insignificant prickling all throughout their body. Over time, their forms would visibly decrease, becoming smaller and less plump. After the hours pass, the true process would reveal itself. As limbs shortened, skin softened, and ligaments loosened, it was clear that the femboys were regressing in physical age! All of their essence drained from the body, reverting them to a fetus-like state. What was left of the two cock-hungry sluts were slumbering offspring, coasting in a state of perpetual satisfaction.

While the essence of her cum-gobblers had been drained, it had been directly added to Joanna’s own body. The warmth from her own balls began to intensify and spread throughout her own body. Her body temperature grew higher and higher until the sweat excreted from her body started to evaporate off her skin in seconds, maintaining a sexy oil-like sheen.

Her prodigious cock throbbed and jolted, rising to its full 25 inch length within a short moment. However, as it warmed up, each throb seemed to add to its already inhuman size. Inch upon inch pushed out. 26 inches, then 27, jumping to 29 inches, then stretching out in one sensual movement to a whopping 33 inches. Her upgraded fuckmeat had stolen all of the length in the femboys’ pathetic dicks.

As Joanna’s cock started to cool down, her lower body gained that same familiar heat. Her muscled, plump ass pushed out against the sand. The cheeks ballooned from her body, smushed by the rest of her gargantuan form. Not to be left out, Joanna's hip creaked and cracked, widening to eclipse her shoulders. The most intense heat of that section would have easily been her rippling thighs, already powerhouses of her powerful form. They may have bloated out, keeping in proportion with her expanded rear, but the most impactful work was nearly invisible. 

The ebony goddess already possessed a wildly blessed body when it came to performance. With a squatting personal record of 915 pounds, the energy stored in her legs was nothing short of lethal. However, with the added essence from her boys, the density of her entire body increased, but her legs received the brunt of that effect. Tightening, hardening, and strengthening the corded muscles of her quads, Joanna reached a new height of muscular ability, becoming able to squat up to a mind-boggling 1130 pounds. Anyone who had the misfortune of becoming stuck between her legs could be met with vice-like force. There was insane power now welled within Joanna.

Speaking of ‘welling’, the heat now started to intensify within her voluptuous bosom. Her dark black areola began to swell first. Becoming puffier and wider, they actually began to consume her nipples with flesh, only for her nipples to catch up and thicken to form caps similar to the first digit of an index finger. At this point, the rest of her breasts followed suit, surging with new titflesh. The overall growth was significant, expanding the diameter of each breast by about 3 inches. Alongside the new mass, Joanna’s body unlocked a new process. A small dribble of opaque, white milk excreted from her thick nipple. It splashed onto her dark body, a large contrast made from its almost pearly color. 

The changes to her body moved in waves, the heat traveling from one location to another, improving Joanna’s body. Out to the cock, down to the ass, and up to the breasts. Now, the area of the heat expanded and stretched, eventually covering her entire body with smoldering intensity. Then, Joanna’s entire body enlarged at once. Her great form lengthened across the damp sand until she reached a new height of 6’5”. In all, Joanna now weighed an imposing 370 pounds of pure, oozing futanari sexuality. 

Taking course over several hours, Joanna was still sore from the process as she regained consciousness. Groggily awakening, she let out a deep yawn, stretching out her impressively cut back muscles. As she came to her feet, it was done so with an unexpected difficulty, as her body was balanced in a quite unfamiliar way. Wiping off the crust from eyes, she looked down to fully understand what went on. 

“Ugh, shit. My tits feel like they’re fuckin’ *aching*. It’s not like that should be another side effe-” Her eyes bulged to see breasts that were significantly larger than they’d been mere hours ago.

“The fuck?! What happened? It’s like my jugs are swollen or something!” She squeezed both of her huge mounds, only to be met with a titillating burst of sensation as small streams of milk *spurted* from her jugs.

“Unff…ahh… shit…” She squeezed again and again, fixated on the addictive feeling that expressing her milk caused. As her mind was locked in a cage of pleasure, her hands subconsciously explored the other parts of her body.

Exploring her hips, she caressed over the amazing display of solid muscle and delicious storages of fat. Feeling the expansive curves and dips within her childbearing flanks. Digging into her own plush, heavily protruding butt cheeks. Squeezing between massive calves. If her own booty existed on a lovely white femboy, Joanna fantasized about plowing into him, seeing her fat cock bulge his tiny little stomach. Then finally seeing his tiny cock barely leak as she gave a taste of her belly-busting loads, right in his ass.

Her own elephantine penis rose taller than it ever had before. The increased thickness, more prominent veins, and 8 inch increase brought it closer to perfection for all the size-king buttsluts she could think of. Joanna throbbed even harder at the thought of how easy it would be to slurp down even more PAWG booty with this new tool.

A bit lower, Joanna could acknowledge the difference in weight with her testicles. She wasn’t sure if Nel and Mitzey had crawled out before she woke up on her own, but it was quite strange. She could certainly tell if two 100-something pound twinks were still stuck in there, but they were definitely heavier than her “normal” size. Regardless, they felt even better than normal. Almost as if ‘something’ was brewing within them, making her feel like she should ~protect~ them. The massive cocktail of hormones residing within her testicles drove the futanari crazy with matronly lust.

Taking in all the sensations from her egregious form, a flood started to crash within Joanna. The milk leaking from her puffy breasts was only a sign of pressure building within her. *GURGLE*. *SLORSH*. *OOURRGH*.  Sounds emanated loudly from within, begging to be released with decreasing resistance. A low growl escaped her throat before feeling the TORRENT of cum push out from her. A cone of cum blasted from her gigantic cock like an angry volcano. Anything within view was bathed in copious amounts of semen.The beach had been relatively empty, but there were still a few groups set up in front of Joanna. The unaware bystanders stood no chance whatsoever of escaping her onslaught of semen.

Blast after blast, more cum rained in front of her. All the while, Joanna had been experiencing the absolute best orgasm of her life. She was completely unable to do anything else but enjoy the pure sense of exhilaration from expelling so much cream. Her own testicles scrunched up due to the sheer expulsion of pumps. The weight of her bowling-ball sized nuts slapped loudly against her thighs, exciting her body even more. 

As her loads began to peter out, she could barely tell how much time had passed. With heavy puffs, she cleared her mind and reattached her bikini, bow fitting drastically tighter compared to earlier. Her breasts overflowed from the cups showing off their motherly flesh. The straps in her ballbra also dug into her hips slightly, a testament to the advanced weight of her rotund testicles.

After relieving herself, the domineering predator could better understand the feeling within her nuts. Reaching down, they felt swollen and achingly empty at the same time. Joanna could feel the two femboys huddled within her sack, like they had taken their rightful place as ball-babies. Only, they felt a little lonely… like they should have some ~company~ with them. 

“Yesssss…” Joanna cooed. She knew what was going on. There was only one way to relieve this feeling. She was going to have to feed herself *more* fat-assed femboys. More urethra stretching. MORE babies! Right into her giant fucking sack! Joanna had to calm herself, fighting back the giant 33 inch cock from starting another wave of orgasms. However, she smiled as she thought about future forays with her industrial vacuum of a penis.

Satisfied with the day’s events, Joanna sashayed away from the beach, swinging with her excessive body. Meanwhile, the “victims” of her testicular tsunami began to recover from the onslaught of hormones launched in their direction. Out from behind a parasol, two such people peeked their heads from behind to check if the attack was over.

A cute, tanned face looked around for any additional sign of danger. Once the coast was clear, he wiped his brow with relief. Now there was the other pressing matter of a strange thick liquid soaking through everything in view! He examined his ruined umbrella a bit closer, taking in a whiff of its scent. 

“Whoah.” He immediately sensed an overpowering stench. But it wasn’t bad or anything, in fact, it was great! All of his neurons and senses fired off to send positive signals, screaming “More! More! More!” his entire body shivered with primal lust. As the boy looked over to see where else he could find the substance, he noticed Joanna strutting away from the scene. Instantly hypnotized by her chocolate backside and fat nuts, he knew what he had to do…

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This commission led me to write content that ventures quite outside the normal range of my pieces. Let me know if you actually like stuff like this!

Hi everyone! I started writing short smut stories last year just to give me an excuse to actually practice/do some writing instead of staring at blank docs. I'm still very much an amateur but I think some of my fetishes will be well received here. In addition to the specific story I'm sharing here I also have my Fortune Cookie Anthology series, it was my way of quickly exploring different ideas without worrying too much about the larger frame work, the first couple don't really feature cumflation but Ch3 and Ch4 do!

Now onto the story I'm really here to share, Helping with Ingredients! This is only a excerpt of the full story to give you an idea of where it's going, the full story is almost 10k words in length and so far too long for a reddit post! If want to read the full story you can find it here! Feel free to let me know what you think!

"Come on in!" Brooke mustered up as much cheerful energy as Kayla practically bounced inside. Closing the door behind her Kayla is already excitedly taking off her shows and dropping her purse on the kitchen counter. "I'm sorry it's such short notice but when I found it I was just so excited, exactly what we've been needing!" she revealed, Brooke grabbed her coffee and took another long sip from it. "We?" she asked?

Kayla paused, "Oh right, we haven't told anyone yet, me and Eric want to have kids, we've been trying but not had any luck so far." She explained, turning to Brooke before continuing, "But we haven't really told anyone yet, we don't want to make a big fuss of it yet and get everyone excited over something that hasn't happened yet." she disclosed.

Brooke just nodded, Her and Eric were very close and had been married for several years, Kayla had kind of mentioned having kids in passing here and there but otherwise never talked about it much. "So I assumed you found something to help with your fertility then?" Brooke asked. Kayla pulled out a rolled up parchment, it was a bit rough around the edges, "Well, not my fertility, it's actually Eric that needs the help." Kayla elaborated.

Brooke raised an eyebrow, fertility spells and potions usually focused on improving the woman's side of the equation, ones that helped out the male's side of things were rare. Brooke set aside her coffee as Kayla passed the rolled up paper to her and she gently unrolled it. Brooke was impressed, she didn't recognize the creator's signature but it was clearly a legitimate formula. "I'm amazed you found something like this, these sorts of formulas are quite rare." Brooke praised her. "Well, it took a bit of searching and we had to pay a bit more than I would have liked for it but it's just what we need, plus you owe me one so less cost in the long run!"

Brooke read through it quickly until she got most of the way through it and came to one of the final ingredients the formula called for, "Hmmmm..." Kayla paused, "is something wrong with it?" she questioned. Brooke pondered the implications, her dick twitching slightly as she came to her conclusion.

"No, the formula is fine, but uh, you sure this is what you want? I'll be needing your help with one of the ingredients..." Brooke informed her friend. Kayla's eyes hardened, "Yes, I'll do whatever it takes, Eric has been really good to me and I want to do this, for us." she reassured Brooke. Her gaze unflinching as Brooke looked for any signs of Kayla faltering. "Alright then, let's head downstairs and get started."

Brooke spends the next 15 minutes setting up and making small talk with Kayla, updating each other on recent events in their lives and some light gossip. Brooke sets up 2 cauldrons, a smaller one that she'll use to mix most of the ingredients and a second larger one for the final ingredient, once that one is acquired she'll add the premixed ingredients to it and let it simmer down, concentrating it to the point that it'd be practical to actually drink. If Kayla has any questions based on how she's setting up she keeps them to herself.

After some more preparations everything is ready, Brooke turns to Kayla and asks, "Last chance to back out." but Kayla doesn't waver, "I'm ready!" She announces. Brooke only nods and touches a sigil she's inlaid on the desk under the smaller cauldron, it glows orange as it begins to heat up. Brooke begins processing and combining the gathered ingredients, it's going to take a bit to get everything into the cauldron.

"I'll tell you about the last ingredient now." Brooke begins explaining as she works, "This formula calls for a fairly large amount of ectoplasm." Kayla listens intently, "Ectoplasm isn't rare in of itself, it can be gathered in a number of ways from most spirits but the problem is that it can't be stored long term, it breaks down very quickly." Brooke dumped another ingredient into the cauldron.

"So...you can't just get it from the shop or anything, you have to get it fresh?" Kayla mused. Brooke nodded, "Right, whenever I need any I have to catch a spirit and get the ectoplasm I need, adding it directly to the potion I'm making right away." Brooke tilted her head as she dug through her memories, "I think the longest I've had some ectoplasm last for me was about 12 hours or so?"

Kayla leaned back, "That's not very long at all!" She started to look a bit worried, "Are we going to need to go far to find a spirit?" Brooke shook her head, "Not at all, you can summon spirit's pretty much anywhere, most spirits are too weak to leave the Astral Plane without help but with a quick invitation we'll have one right here in this room." Brooke concluded.

Kayla seemed a bit confused, "That sounds really easy then, what's the catch?" Brooke chuckled, "The catch is that most potions that call for ectoplasm don't need much so usually you grab a spirit, skim off what you need and send it along." Brooke tapped the formula, "This needs a lot of ectoplasm." As she added the last of the prepared ingredients into the small cauldron she motioned to it, "All of this stuff is what causes the effect, the way this potion works which is different than normal, is that it uses the ectoplasm to enhance the effect of the rest of the potion."

"Oh wow, so it ends up working like a multiplier?" Kayla asked. "Right, the potion otherwise would still work, but wouldn't have much of an effect, the ectoplasm sort of supercharges it I guess but you need a lot more of it than you'd normally use." Brooke peered into the cauldron, watching as she stirred it to make sure everything was combining properly. It bubbled and had the right consistency at least.

"Looks like this is ready to go now." Brooke ran a finger along the out circle of the sigil, the glow faded as her finger traced the outline, turning it down to keep the concoction warm while Kayla got the last ingredient. Kayla shifted her weight a bit, "So it's just the ectoplasm left now?" Brooke cleared her throat, "Yup, once that's collected I just need to bring it up to temp and then I can mix them together." Brooke pointed to the large cauldron, "Last thing will be to simmer the potion for a while, concentrating it so it's easier to move around inconspicuously."

Kayle nodded along, "So what am I supposed to do to help then?" Brook took a deep breath, "Well, normally when collecting ectoplasm you just catch a bit of their slobber, sometimes just grabbing them and squeezing them is enough." Brooke mimed wringing out a washcloth before continuing, "But those methods are wasteful, which is fine when you only need a small amount, but the amount we need calls for a different method."

"And I assume I play a part in that." Kayla presumed. "Yes, the best way to collect a large amount of Ectoplasm is to have the spirit inject it into a person." Brooke stated, silence filling the room. "And I uh...I'm the person then?" Her voice was not as sure as it was before. "Yes, I've done it myself before when I needed more ectoplasm than normal, but this formula calls for even more and it's best if I'm not otherwise occupied to make sure it all goes smoothly.

Kayla's eyes darted around, "Is it...is it going to hurt?" She asked. Brooke smiled "Absolutely not, in anything, it feels really good." Brooke's cheeks blushed slightly as she recalled her last big "collection". Kayle started to pace, "How does swallowing a bunch of ectoplasm feel good?" she questioned. Brooke paused, it was time to lay it all out. "Well not swallow exactly, stomachs don't stretch all that well, so uh, the spirit instead shoots it...into your womb."

Kayla's eyes went wide, "You mean the spirit needs to fuck me?!" She nearly shouted. "And how the heck does my womb stretch better than my stomach?" She demanded. Brooke figured this would be a bit of a hard sell, part of why she put off mentioning it until now, "Look, it's how the collecting spell works, it draws the spirit to whomever it's casted on and ensures they can hold it." Brooke tried to explain. Kayla crossed her arms, clearly needing more convincing yet.

"And what about the side effects?" Kayla countered, "I know enough about all this magic shit to ask about side effects!" Brooke winced, she wasn't wrong, "the only side effects can only happen if you try to hold the ectoplasm in, but we're gonna get it out as soon as we're done with the spirit, that's what the larger Cauldron is for!" Brooke pointed at the cauldron she had set up earlier.

Kayla just glared at her, Brooke shifted tactics. "Look, if you're really against it I can do it, but I won't be able to get as much ectoplasm myself as you could with me supervising, the potion would be much less potent but it might still work well enough." Brooke turned away from Kayla and let the option hang in the air, banking on Kayla's desire to grow her family with Eric. She didn't have to wait long.

"And you're sure that it...feels good?" Kayla asked sheepishly. Brooke smirked to herself, got her! She turned back to face Kayla, "Oh like you wouldn't believe, it's a very...fulfilling experience, and I'll be here to guide you through it." She reassured her friend.

There is still a small section in the start of the story, and of course all the juicy bits take place after this excerpt but you can find the full story here if you want to read it! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Four: Surrender

(Hope you are enjoying the story so far, keep an eye on my Deviant Art for my upcoming expansion-related comic)

Casey woke up Monday morning, staring at the ceiling of her dorm room. The tightness of her pajamas pressed uncomfortably against her skin, a constant reminder of the battle she was losing. She had tried everything she could to stop the sneezing—pills, sprays, humidifiers, staying indoors—but nothing had worked.

Each time a sneeze slipped out, her body swelled just a little more, like it was betraying her in the most insidious way possible. Her reflection had become an enemy. Once athletic and confident, she now hardly recognized the person in the mirror. A fuller, rounder version of herself stared back, her face softer, her body thicker, and her clothes tighter than ever as her body bulged out of them.

After Max left, she'd felt a small surge of relief. She didn’t have to worry about someone else noticing her changes, didn’t have to answer questions she didn’t have answers to. But now with the weekend over, the stress of it all came crashing back down on her. Max had felt her body expand, and soon it wouldn’t just be him—everyone was going to notice if she kept gaining weight at this pace… if they hadn’t already.

Casey sat up, the waistband of her panties digging into her gut as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She winced. Even her loose clothes were now tight. She tugged at the fabric, frustrated, her hands tracing the curve of her belly as if to check if things had somehow improved overnight.

A quick step onto the bathroom scale confirmed nothing had changed: 160 pounds.

Her heart sank. Nothing she did to prevent the sneezing and the growth had worked so far, and the week was just beginning.

By Tuesday afternoon, Casey had reached the breaking point. It was exhausting, constantly living in fear of sneezing. She was tired of pinching her nose, holding her breath, trying to prevent something she couldn’t control. The tickle would always come, and when it did, her body would expand, whether she liked it or not.

So, she decided to let it happen.

The first sneeze came as she was walking back from her afternoon class. The campus was buzzing with students enjoying the sunny fall weather, and as Casey walked along the tree-lined path, she felt the familiar itch deep in her sinuses. For a moment, her instincts kicked in, and she almost reached for a tissue to stop it. But then she paused, her hand lowering slowly.

What was the point?

“Achoo!”

The sneeze burst out of her, unrestrained. Immediately, she felt the rush of change ripple through her body. Her stomach pushed a little more against her shirt, her ass felt heavier in her jeans, and her thighs squished together a little bit more as she walked. She didn’t stop, didn’t try to hide it. She kept moving, head held high, her body filling out a little more with each step.

By the time she reached her dorm room, her jeans were uncomfortably tight, the waistband biting into her sides. She let out a frustrated sigh and unbuttoned the top button as soon as she closed the door behind her, unleashing her swollen belly as it escaped it’s prison. The relief was immediate, though it didn’t last long. The reality of her situation settled in again.

Casey sat on the edge of her bed, her hands on her lap, feeling the weight of her body bend the mattress into a deep “u” shape. She didn’t cry this time. She didn’t even feel angry. Just… resigned. If this was her life now, so be it.

By Thursday, her clothes situation had become a serious problem. Her leggings, which had once been her fallback for comfort, now strained against her legs, the fabric stretched to its limit. Her t-shirts clung to her body in ways they never had before, and her old, oversized hoodie was beginning to feel suffocating. She had gained another seven pounds since the start of the week, and there was no denying it now. She could see the changes in her reflection, feel the extra weight in every movement.

That evening, as she stood in front of the mirror in her dorm room, she studied her body, trying to make sense of the transformation. Her hips were wider, her pelvic bones no longer visible under a now-permanent layer of fat. Her stomach looked stuffed and her thighs thick and round packed tight in her joggers like two overstuffed sausages.

She turned to the side, running her hands over the curves she hadn’t had a few weeks ago. What used to be two small, unnoticeable B cups no longer fit her bras. The flesh spilling out and the wire digging deep, she had resorted to only stretchy sports bras. Her face had softened, too, her cheek bones and feminine chin being replaced with a more rounded, softer look.

She wasn’t just gaining weight; she was changing. It was like her body was being reshaped, every sneeze like a snowstorm, slowly adding layer upon layer until the features beneath became hidden. She had reached 167 pounds and the weight kept piling on.

As she sat on the couch online shopping for clothes the next size up, she tried to find a comfortable way to lay her laptop in front of her growing belly. Her gut wasn’t big enough to put it entirely on top, but also not small enough to put on her lap and be able to see the keyboard.

The door to the room opened, and Emily walked in.

“Hey, Case,” Emily said brightly, tossing her bag onto her bed. “How was your day?”

Casey quickly closed her laptop to hide what she was doing. “It was fine,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Emily paused, her gaze lingering on Casey for a moment. “You’ve seemed kind of off lately,” she said gently. “Are you okay?”

Casey’s heart raced. She could feel Emily’s eyes on her, taking in the subtle but undeniable changes in her body. She didn’t know what to say. How could she explain what was happening without sounding crazy?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Casey replied, forcing a smile. “Just, you know, college stress.”

Emily nodded, but there was a hint of concern in her expression. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… if something’s bothering you, I’m here to listen.”

Casey bit her lip, her mind racing. She knew what Emily was really asking about and for a brief moment, she considered telling Emily everything. Maybe if she knew, it wouldn’t feel so overwhelming. She had told Max her situation, but it was different sharing problems with your busy long-distance boyfriend over the phone than sharing with your roommate. But as she thought about the sneezes, the weight gain, the way her body had changed so dramatically in such a short time, she realized Emily wouldn’t understand. No one really could.

“I’m okay, really,” Casey said, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Just trying to adjust to everything, that’s all.”

Emily didn’t press the issue, but the concerned look didn’t leave her face. “Well, if you ever want to talk, I’m here,” she said softly, before turning her attention back to her bag and pulling out her textbooks.

Casey let out a silent breath of relief, grateful that the conversation had shifted. But the uneasy feeling in her chest remained. Emily was right—she wasn’t okay. She was spiraling, and every sneeze was making things worse. But what else could she do?

By the time the weekend came, Casey gave up on trying to hide the changes. She stopped fighting the sneezes, letting them come whenever they did. And with every sneeze, her body swelled a little more. By Sunday night, the scale read 174 pounds.

Just a few pounds shy of gaining 50 pounds in a month.

Casey had surrendered to whatever was happening to her. She was done fighting, done pretending she could control it.

(You can find Chapter One here, Chapter Two here and my DeviantArt page here where my upcoming expansion-related comic will be coming soon)

Chapter Three: Unwelcome Changes

The next week wasn’t much different than the one before it for Casey Thompson. She kept telling herself that she was sneezing less often, but the scale didn’t lie.

Casey was also starting to lose motivation for her morning workouts. Most mornings she found herself too tired to get up at 5am for her runs, hitting snooze until she absolutely had to get up before her 8am class. Even the mornings she did force herself out of bed, she could only really do half the distance until she justified turning back home for one reason or another.

As Thursday evening rolled around, Casey’s anxiety had reached an all-time high. Not only was she dealing with the constant pressure of trying to hide her growing body, but her boyfriend, Max, was coming to visit that weekend. They had been dating since high school, and he’d always been supportive of her—kind, thoughtful, and never one to judge. But how would he react when he saw her now, nearly thirty pounds heavier since he saw her three weeks ago?

The thought made her stomach churn.

She stood in front of her closet, rummaging through the limited options. Most of her clothes were already too tight to wear comfortably. Her favorite jeans were impossible to button, and even the oversized hoodies she had been relying on for comfort were starting to strain around her midsection.

During the week she had finally given in and ordered a few pieces of clothes the next size up, but that was “just for emergency”. Had it really come to that point so soon?

She finally settled on the only pair of leggings that still fit, though they stretched dangerously tight over her thighs, and an old sweater that hung loosely enough to conceal the changes in her stomach.

As she got dressed, Casey stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her body looked undeniably different now. Her hips were wider, her face softer, her stomach more prominent than it had ever been. She ran her hand over the breasts and gave them a little lift, they felt full and heavy.

A wave of panic surged through her, but she pushed it down. Max wouldn’t care about a few extra pounds, she told herself. Besides, she couldn’t explain what was happening even if she tried.

Max arrived Friday afternoon, his face lighting up the moment he saw her. He pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her. For a moment, Casey felt her worries melt away. He was warm and familiar, and being with him made her feel safe.

“Hey, you,” he said, grinning as he kissed her on the forehead. “You look great.”

She forced a smile, her heart racing. “Thanks.”

Max didn’t seem to notice anything different, or at least he didn’t mention it. But as the day went on, Casey couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to say something sooner or later. Every time they sat together, every time he held her hand or put his arm around her, she felt hyper-aware of her body—how it had changed, how much bigger it felt.

That evening, they decided to stay in and watch a movie in her dorm room. Casey sat on one side of the couch while Max laid across it, resting his head on her thighs.

The movie was another new comic book superhero adaptation that Max seemed to be enjoying but Casey couldn’t focus, not with the constant reminder that her body was changing in ways she couldn’t explain. Casey nervously kept adjusting her sweater to cover the small roll of fat that peeked out every time she leaned back.

They were halfway through the movie when it happened. A sudden tickle in her nose, sharp and immediate.

Oh no. Not now, she thought, her heart leaping into her throat. She pinched her nose, trying to stifle the sneeze. But the pressure built, and before she could stop it, she felt the sneeze force its way out.

“Achoo!”

Max chuckled and reached up to pat her head, “Bless you.”

But Casey wasn’t laughing. Her breath caught in her chest as she felt the familiar, terrible sensation ripple through her body. It was subtle, but it was there. The pressure, the tightening she felt inside.

Max shifted to look up and her with his hand sliding around her waist. Just as he did, he froze. The slow expansion of Casey’s stomach and breasts pushed slightly into the side of Max’s face.

For a moment, Casey hoped he hadn’t noticed. Maybe it was too quick for him to feel. But he looked up at her, confusion flickering across his face.

“Did… did you just get… bigger?”

Casey’s heart pounded in her ears. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She wanted to laugh it off, to make some joke about too much popcorn or the angle they were sitting at, but the look in Max’s eyes told her he knew something was off.

“What are you talking about?” she finally managed to say, though her voice was shaky.

Max hesitated, pausing the movie and sitting up on the couch. “I don’t know, it just felt like… like you grew a little.”

Casey’s stomach clenched with fear. He had felt it. The subtle shift, the barely perceptible expansion that happened every time she sneezed. He knew something was wrong.

She sat up quickly, pulling the edge of her sweater down over her stomach. “I’ve just been, you know, stressed out lately. Freshman fifteen or whatever.” She tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow.

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Casey, it was like… I don’t know. It was weird.”

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t keep lying to him, not when he had literally felt her body change in real time. But how could she explain what was happening when she didn’t even understand it herself?

“I’ve been gaining weight,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s not normal. Every time I sneeze, I get… bigger. I don’t know why. I don’t know how to stop it.”

Max blinked at her, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. “Wait, what? Every time you sneeze? How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know,” Casey said, her voice breaking. “It just started happening. I’ve tried everything to stop it—antihistamines, staying inside, avoiding anything that could make me sneeze—but it doesn’t matter. I’m still growing.”

Max stared at her for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. Then, slowly, he pulled over to his side of the couch, wrapping his arms around her again.

“I don’t care about the weight,” he said softly. “I care about you. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

Casey buried her face in his shoulder, relieved that he didn’t pull away from her. But the gravity of her secret still hung heavy in the air. Even though Max was being supportive, she couldn’t shake the fear that her body was spiraling out of control—and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

By the end of the weekend, Casey had gained another five pounds, bringing her to an even 160 pounds. She could feel the extra weight in places she didn’t even expect. Her arms and legs felt heavy, she bumped into things, not used to her larger frame, and her body just had a constant jiggle as she walked around campus.

Her old leggings were no longer wearable—they had torn at the seam on Saturday, and she’d had to change into her “emergency” bigger pair of pants, though those, too, weren’t feeling as loose as when she had first tried them on.

Max hadn’t brought up the sneezing for the rest of the weekend, but Casey could see the concern in his eyes. He tried to be as supportive as possible, but she could tell that he didn’t understand what was happening to her any more than she did.

On Sunday, as they said their goodbyes, Max kissed her forehead and squeezed her hand.

“Promise me you’ll call if anything else happens,” he said, his eyes filled with worry. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll help you, I swear.”

Casey nodded, forcing a smile. But deep down, she felt that things were actually only going to get worse.

She had gained thirty four pounds since the start of college. And if the sneezes continued, there was no telling how much more she would gain.

Chapter Two: Holding Back

(You can find Chapter One here and my DeviantArt page here where my upcoming expansion-related comic will be coming soon)

Casey woke up early Monday morning determined to get in an extra-long workout and most importantly, not to sneeze.

She had spent the entire weekend researching sneezing. Allergies, irritants, cold weather—she’d scoured every article she could find. But none of them mentioned anything like what she was experiencing. No one in the history of the internet had reported gaining weight after sneezing. She was seemingly alone in this bizarre nightmare.

After standing on the scale again, the number had confirmed her fears: 141 pounds. That was fifteen pounds gained in just over a week. The creeping reality of her situation gnawed at her, and Casey knew that if she kept sneezing at this rate, she’d blow up like a balloon.

She had to get it to stop.

By mid-morning, Casey was already needing to put her plan in action. Sitting in her first lecture of the day, her nose tingled with the faintest hint of irritation. She pinched her nostrils together, holding her breath. The sensation lingered, like a tiny insect trying any way it could to crawl out of her, but she tried to fight back with all the mental willpower she could summon. It was no use, even her stifled half-sneeze had the same effect. She slowly felt her body enlarge. Her whole body felt warm and her clothes all at once felt just a little bit tighter.

The girl who sat next to her glanced down briefly at Casey’s lap, her eyes flickering with a hint of curiosity, but said nothing. Casey embarrassed, pulled her shirt down over the little belly trying to poke out and spill onto her jeans.

Her professor continued to drone on about the history of musical theory, but Casey’s focus was elsewhere—on the ticking of the clock counting down the minutes until she could escape the warm room, and on the fact that her bra straps were digging uncomfortably into her shoulders.

That afternoon, she took desperate measures. She had already been avoiding anything that might make her sneeze—she didn’t open her window for fresh air, kept tissues close by in case of a sudden tickle, and steered clear of anything with a potentially strong smell. But it wasn’t enough. She could feel it in her bones, in the way her thighs rubbed together as she walked now, the way her shirt sleeves no longer were loose but fully occupied by triceps that were slowly gaining some flab.

Back in her dorm room, she stood in front of the mirror again, pulling at her clothes. What she saw was still herself, but just a different version of herself than she had ever known. Her sharp, defined features were slowly disappearing and being replaced with a rounder, softer, puffier layer.

Her jeans, once snug but comfortable, now felt suffocating. She had to unbutton them as soon as she got back to the room just to breathe properly. The relief was instant, but to her horror as she relaxed her gut (no longer sucking in) her belly protruded out further than she expected.

Her thighs pressed against the seams, threatening to burst the stitches if she bent too sharply. Her t-shirt, once loose and flowy, now clung to her like shrink wrap, accentuating every curve she hadn’t had a week ago.

Emily walked in, seeing Casey in front of the mirror. "Everything alright Case?”

Casey quickly tugged her shirt back down, heart racing. “I’m fine! Just, uh, spilled something on my top and was checking it out.”

Emily nodded sympathetically, “Oh, I’ve been there. One time in high school I didn’t notice that I sat on a piece of chocolate that melted on my butt, and no one told me for like three whole periods!”

“You need any stain remover?” Emily asked, pretending not to notice the unbuttoned pants pushed open in a v-shape by Casey’s swollen midriff.

Noticing Emily’s gaze, Casey walked over to her dresser to grab different clothes. “No, I’ll just change. I got it under control.”

But she didn’t, and she knew it.

By Wednesday, Casey had taken to wearing her loosest clothes—the baggiest sweats she could find and the hoodie they gave her at orientation. But even the hoodie stretched awkwardly around her chest and stomach. Her reflection had become something she dreaded, something she couldn’t understand. The old, fit version of herself was somehow hidden under a cushiony pillow across her entire body. How was she still gaining weight?

She had weighed herself again that morning: 144 pounds.

Eighteen pounds gained in a week and a half. The panic clawed at her insides. At this rate, she could barely make it another week without outgrowing even the loosest fitting clothes in her wardrobe.

“Maybe I should buy some clothes the next size up before it’s too late,” she wondered to herself. But doing so would be admitting defeat, admitting that she had completely lost control.

Determined to not let that happen, she sat at the campus library that afternoon, buried in her laptop, searching for anything—anything—that could explain what was happening to her.

As she scrolled through page after page of useless information, Casey felt the dreaded tickle again, starting deep in her sinuses. No, no, no. Not now, she thought. Her hand flew to her nose, pinching it shut. She held her breath, eyes wide, praying that the sensation would go away.

Her heart raced, her chest tight with fear. The library was dead silent, but the sneeze was determined.

Her eyes watered, and despite her best efforts, the urge built until it was unbearable. With a tiny, desperate gasp, the sneeze finally exploded out of her.

“Achoo!”

Heads turned in her direction, and she felt her face flush with embarrassment. But the embarrassment was nothing compared to the sinking feeling in her gut.

There it was again—the heaviness, the pressure, the instant feeling that something had changed.

She glanced down at her stomach, feeling the fabric of her hoodie press against it. It was subtle, but she knew. She had gained another pound. It was like clockwork.

Her heart pounded as she packed up her things, fleeing the library before anyone could see the panic in her eyes.

By Friday morning, Casey was running out of ideas. She’d managed to cut the amount of sneezes down that week, but it didn’t matter. The weight was still piling on. She was now 149 pounds, well over twenty pounds heavier than when she’d started college. Her loose clothes weren’t loose anymore. She could barely fit into her favorite pair of leggings, the stretchy material stretched to its limit across her thighs and hips. Her XS hoodie strained at the seams, the sleeves pulling tight around her arms, meant for the body she had had only two weeks before.

That evening, after Emily had left for a party, Casey sat alone on her bed, staring at her reflection. Her face looked fuller, her cheeks slightly rounder than they had been. Her stomach bulged under her shirt tight, enough that the indent of her belly button was starting to be visible through the material.

She couldn’t deny it any longer. This wasn’t normal, wasn’t something that could be explained away by stress or overeating. It was something else, something she couldn’t control.

Casey felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to be consumed by this. She didn’t want to be trapped in a body that was expanding with every sneeze.

But the weight was still coming, and she had no idea how to stop it.