Nicole loved being big. At six feet tall, there was a lot to love, to say the least,
Which was to say nothing about her pride and joy: her monstrous bubble butt. The thing
looked like it belonged on a 300 pound woman, but, as she liked to advertise by donning
much-too-small daisy dukes and thongs, was smooth, tight, and firm, more muscle than fat.
None of her boyfriends ever left her bedroom without a slightly black and blue pelvis;
she was a rider, and rode hard, like a huge, fleshy jackhammer. It didn't take long after
she arrived on campus for her to become a legend among the frat boys.
It wasn't always like this, though. Barely a year ago Nicole was a dwarfish 4'11 waif,
with curves so non-existent she was often mistaken for a young boy. She had gone through
hundreds of phony breast, butt, and height enlargement products, mail order coupons,
trying in vain to find something that worked. And, towards the end of high school, she
did. A product line called EnBiggen by eXpansive Pharmaceuticals. She was only able to
order a scant amount of their height and derriere enhancement pills, barely a micro-sized
trial supply of each. Then the company went out of business. She was able to track down
one additional trial packet of the EnBiggen Height and EnBiggen Derriere, but they were
soon pulled from the market following an FDA report finding the products "dangerously
addictive and dangerously mind altering." Not that Nicole cared, being "dangerously
big" was all that concerned her.
Which brings us to her less than legal activities of this particular night; her reason
for choosing this school to matriculate had little to do with academics or curriculum
prestige; it was in this sleepy little college town that the eXpansive Pharmaceuticals
had their base, and, in a tiny, boarded up warehouse at the edge of town, on a lonely,
barren stretch of highway, their store of recalled product.
After parking her car, boltcutters in hand, the mega assed delinquent snapped the chains
sealing the entrance, tingling with excitement. Closing the creaking door behind her,
she clicked on her flashlight, and flushed hot at what it illuminated, drawing her hand
to her mouth to stifle a squeal of joy.
Crates were stacked clear to the ceiling. EnBiggen Height, EnBiggen Derriere, and, that
which she could never track down through mail-order: Enbiggen Bust. There were even
stack on unmarked products never announced publicly, some labelled "Experimental" and
nothing more.
"I'm a kid in a candy store," she thought ,grinning, mind swirling with the
possibilities. She quickly grinned wider, looking down at her neglected B-cups a
moment. She cracked open a bottle of the EnBiggen Bust, and swallowed two pills dry.
"I'm an ass girl first, but boobs this small just won't do," she thought, before grunting
and doubling over as the euphoric, tickling sensation she remembered from a year ago
flooded into her tits.
Like two water balloons connected to a faucet she watched with glee as her b-cups filled
her pink tank top, nipples flared and indenting against the fabric angrily. C cup came
and went, then D, lightly tanned boobflesh beginning to bulge an spill out of the
straining tank top's flanks.
"Shit, I hope I don't bust my top just _yet_...god damn," she muttered, groping herself
as she swelled to a large E, the growth slowing just as small tears were beginning to
form in the cotton fabric, the top now ridiculously undersized on her busty front.
Nicole spent the next few minutes marvelling at her new tits, joyfully discovering she
could now suckle her own nipples, which were now almost the size of shotglasses. She
wanted more. Surveying the endless supply of pills before her, she at last snapped back
to sense. "Need to load up what I can, there'll be time for fun later."
Jiggling and wobbling in both front and back now, Nicole loaded up several crates of each
of the three product lines into her car, along with one of the mysteriously unlabeled
"experimental" boxes, until there was simply no more room in her old jeep. She quickly
drove back her townhouse, which she had all to herself; it was more than a little
rundown, but was roomy and cheap.
Impishly she downed an EnBiggen- Height pill on her way there, busting open her shirt and
nearly making her wreck the car as she suddenly found herself almost seven feet tall in
her overloaded vehicle, head bumping the ceiling and forcing her to lean over to drive--
which only made her enlarged tits bulge against the steering wheel, and the horn. It was
a miracle she wasn't pulled over. "Oh well, at least now the crates won't be so heavy."
This proved to be true, and though she did without a doubt attract some stares from the
neighbors as she, topless, loaded the crates from her car into her home, she was too
excited to bother with modesty. Who would fuck with her at seven feet tall anyway?
The crates at last loaded into her living room, she laid back on her couch (admiring and
kissing her new big tits as they unexpectedly enveloped her chin), and considered her
options for the evening. She was gonna get big, but she needed an audience.
She consulted her little black book for candidates. The thought of simply calling each
and every one of them crossed her mind, but...perhaps later. She settled on one of two
plans: Brad, who was an extremely well hung football player with a huge fetish for big
butts (pretty much, if it meant being able to touch her ass, he'd do anything she said),
or Becky, her lesbian consort with a similar thing for "bigness". Carefully she
planned how to prepare her evening...
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