Chapter #6Growing big, right now by: Unknown Angie fidgeted with the dictaphone, shifting in her seat anxiously. Every shred of her common sense was cautioning her not to be reckless with such an unfamiliar power, but her heart, her gut, and certain...other parts of her anatomy were all chanting a single message in unison: go big or go home.
Angie closed her eyes tightly to help shut out her nerves, and raised the dictaphone to her face, both hands bound tightly around it, like she was afraid it might pull loose and wreak some unintended havoc.
"My chest...breasts...boobs...tits", her vocabulary steadily lost its reserved sheen, betraying the primal instincts driving her. "My tits are massive, enormous, bigger than anyone else in the school, even Vanessa Barnes."
Angie's heart quickened its pace over those last words, as she realized the depth of the implications her her change. She snapped the device back to her mouth, holding it close and tight, continuing to whisper to it in a strained hush.
My tits aren't just big, they're firm and perky, but still soft to the touch. They're the perfect tits, better than nature or any surgeon could make. They don't sag or hurt, and they swing, bob and jiggle in just the right way no matter what I'm doing or what I'm wearing. In fact they never feel bad at all, they only ever feel wonderful.
Angie was barely even thinking of her statements as commands anymore, she was lost in the heady rush of what would soon be her own description. She lowered the dictaphone back into her lap, straightening her back and breathing deeply, calming herself to better feel the impending changes.
It began as a low throbbing deep in her chest, like her heartbeat had grown smoother and thicker, but soon the sensation pressed forward, joined by a chorus of light tingling, like a more pleasant cousin to pins and needles, dancing around the edges. The lyrical mix of sensations advanced outwards, focusing in towards the tips of her nipples, before briefly dying down.
Suddenly, the sensation returned in a sudden flash of stimulation, expanding across Angie's chest as the chest, itself, expanding out into her training bra like a flexing muscle. Angie audibly gasped at the sensation, it felt good, somewhere between a long stretch of the legs, and a long finger between them. Her breath descended into a rapid and ragged pace, her meditative discipline completely forgotten. The wire and thread of Angie's bra creaked and popped as the feeble garment tried to suppress Angie's new C-cups, already impressive for her build and age. She wondered if perhaps she had overdone it, surely this was enough as is, even Vanessa's breasts looked a little awkward on her- "Uuughn!"
Angie's thought was cut short by a sudden and intense return of the smooth stretching feeling as her breasts making a sudden rush forward and outwards, most of the new flesh spilling over the sides of the bra, its meager cavities completely overfilled. The creaking and snapping of material raised in volume and frequency, clearly visible holes forming and growing like popcorn all over the strained device. Angie slipped a hand beneath her shirt and experimentally poked the bulging flesh beside her bra, her entire body now half-numbed by the pleasurable feeling that had started in her chest. The flesh was so soft, it warped effortlessly around her fingers, but didn't sag under their own weight at all. If she wasn't distracted by the pleasurable tingling, Angie might have been concerned, she wasn't even as big as Vanessa and already her chest looked like two overfilled waterballoons that had been bound to her chest by a too-small belt.
The feeling returned again, but instead of a rising and falling wave, this time it came and stayed, maintaining a constant hold over Angie's mind and body. The growth, too, marched forward ceaselessly, her breasts...no they were definitely boobs now, reaching around the edges of the desperately strained bra and forcing ever growing bulges of soft volume though the advancing vacancies in the bra's disintegrating material. Finally, the training bra gave up its valiant struggle, its once flat cups breaking into dozens of ragged pieces. Freed from their prison, Angie's boobs...no they were definitely tits now, bounded forward, instantly transforming the loose profile of her shirt into a bulging tightness, marred only by a cascade of creases bridging the space between her erect nipples. Angie had chosen the shirt to obscure her unimpressive figure with its comfortable looseness, and now its upper portions were filled with a heaving volume so great that its hem dangled two inches beyond and above Angie's navel.
Angie's hand had been caught inside the shirt by this shotgun blast of growth, and was now wedged surprisingly firmly between the two sweater melons. She wriggled her fingers about between the soft masses, enjoying the pinching and flowing of the smooth skin against her knuckles. She used her other hand to cup the exposed underside of her left boob, hefting it to feel its weight. At this point, she was as big as Vanessa Barnes, no doubt, though on her tiny frame her chest's curvature was closer to a H cup. Angie slowly slid her two hands along the confines of her tightly bound assets, bringing their fingertips to meet over her left breasts's engorged nipple. She squeezed inwards, loosing a soft moan as she did. Apparently the dictaphone had been listening when she said these should 'feel wonderful'.
The tingling intensified one last time, this time focusing lower on Angie's body, making her squirm and press squeeze her legs together tightly. Angie's eyes fluttered as she retreated into her head, but her attention was quickly brought back to reality by a sudden tearing sound from below her head. She glanced down, checking her bulbous shirt all over, and quickly identified the damage. Her breasts had made a final surge outward, plumping and swelling to give themselves a rounder and fuller profile, and in doing so had brought with them two massive tears running along the side of Angie's shirt, in line with her nipples. The rips started at her ribcage, and ran forward to midpoint of her breasts, exposing her sides to the cool air of the bus.
As the tingling sensation subsided, Angie shivered with the feeling of the bus's cool air on the bottom, side and cleavage of her ripe and bulbous tits. She analysed each detail of them with growing wonder, these really were the perfect tits, and they were definitely bigger than any others in the school. She shook them side to side, bounced them up and down, squeezed them with her hands and caressed them with her fingers. They were as large as her head, as soft as a pillow, as shapely as a sculpture and they felt as good as they looked, no wonder Barnes was always on a power trip.
Angie's eyes shot wide as she realized that this orgiastic incident had occurred on a public bus, in plain view of dozens of her peers. Her neck snapped up as she frantically darted her focus between the figures and faces around her. To her growing surprise, not a single person was even remotely interested in what had happened. Beside Angie, her friend Lucy poked her shoulder inquisitively.
"Are you okay Angie?", She asked with concern. "You seem a little panicked. Did you fall asleep for a second?"
Lucy glanced down at Angie's unbelievably strained top as she furrowed her brow.
"I know you love that shirt, girl, but I think it might be time to move on. Ever since you outgrew the entire continent, it's been a bit worse for wear."
Angie flopped back into her seat in relief, the world responded to the result of the change, not the change itself, it seemed.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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