This choice: Grow her breasts more – Bigger is always better! • Go Back...Chapter #3Continued Growth by: Unknown Laura lifted her breasts, feeling the weight of her new chest. Smooth skin matching the soft fabric of her shirt, Laura was in heaven. Running her hands over her boobs, she glances back to the table. The iPhone rests where she left it, before the transformation began. Laura walked back to her phone, taking it to examine the program again. The model resembled her, waiting for more modifications. ‘I wonder what some of the larger sizes would look like,’ she considered while scrolling through the menu, searching for the ‘Bust’ button.
HH cup became the default. Laura looked down at her chest before returning her gaze to the screen. She pulled the slider back to her original A cup. The chest on the model shrank down, allowing the shirt to rest against her, covering her chest and stomach. “Well, that’s what I used to look like, so what about this?” She moved her finger past H, past J, past L, and past O. Moving her finger cautiously over the letter P, she presses it three times. The program takes a few seconds to load; then the chest on the model begins swelling, growing bigger and bigger. The top stretches, clinging like a second skin, as the 3D Laura’s breasts continue to grow. Eventually they stop, resting against her stomach, supported by her shirt. She moved her thumb over the ‘Apply’ button. “Alright girls, let’s see how you like this?” She pressed the ‘Apply’ button, and a loading screen appeared. “Oh, I guess I’ve got a little bit before they grow again,” she mumbled to herself.
Placing her hands back on her chest, Laura looked at how her shirt was holding out. Her breasts were filling it out, but the neck was still pretty tight. She pulled down on the bottom hem of the fabric, pulling it tighter on her tits. Cleavage pushed out of the neck, but it would not stay down. At the other end of the table was a pair of scissors. Laura picked them up and began some alterations to her top. The cotton was easy enough to cut through; taking a handful and pulling it away from her skin and placing the scissors carefully to the fabric. The scissors rested gently in her bosom, the pressure from her chest pushing the scissors into the shirt. It made Laura think that her breasts were urging the blade to make more room. Closing the blades and slicing the fabric, her chest accepted the extra room, swelling gently from the release in pressure.
She put down the scissors and placed her hands on the bottom of the shirt once more. Pulling down, Laura could easily position her shirt, moving the exposed skin to the top. ‘Now,’ she thought, giving herself an inch hanging down and several inches of exposed cleavage, ‘that’s better.’ Admiring the alterations, Laura begins to feel the tingle returning to her body. Looking at her phone, the loading screen has finished and Laura knows what’s coming next. The increased sensations cause her to fall forward onto the table, resting on her chest. Her boobs flatten out against the surface, jiggling from the inertia of forward motion. As she comes to a rest, Laura notices her boobs are still moving, but more outward than inward with every pulse.
Lifting her body off the table, Laura runs her hands through her hair. “Yes, that’s it. Bigger. Grow bigger!” Her chest took the extra inch she made in the shirt back as it continued to grow. Her swollen melons inched forward, deepening the gap between them. “I’ve need make more room,” she grabbed the V in her shirt and began to tear a few more inches. Her breasts began to hang slightly, cradled in her split t-shirt. A small bounce threw Laura backward, bracing her body against the table. The sensations that ran through her made her eyes roll backward, breathe heavily, and caused her heart to beat faster. “Alright, *pant*, almost done…”
As the growth came to a stop, there stood Laura, with breasts that could be mistaken for small beachballs. She placed her hands over them, still wishing that she could believe this. The green cloth stretched, becoming much thinner. She could see her skin through the fabric, and only imagined that she would be able to see her nipples right through it. The feeling of the material added to her sensation: as it pressed her orbs together, as her nipples stretched it outward, and as it molded her flesh into a vision that would make any man weak.
“Let’s see, I used to be tiny. Then I trimmed my waist, filled my butt, and grew my breasts till I was almost twice my sister’s size. Then I pumped my breasts even bigger. I guess the next thing I should do is…”
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