Angie did her best to forget this day. And managed to keep it as a distant nightmare, and she followed her motto: until the end of high school, she just dodged the bullies and ignored their comments. Angie eventually graduated and hoped this hell would be behind her.
And it did.
The very moment she entered college, the growth spurt she had been waiting for so long hit. And hit hard.
She remembered with joy the very day she realized she sprouted breasts. "So, you've been waiting for college to come out?" she told her buds, looking down in her short while in her dorm room. And to her joy, she was developing quite quickly. She grew taller, not that much, but she reached 5'7 which was a lot for her family, and her face became womanlier and womanlier, so fast people could barely believe it. In less than one year, flat Angie had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Her breasts had reached a decent C cup, which was pretty big too regarding the rest of her family, and sure, pleasure entered Angie's life as boys were quite interested in the attractive girl. Gone was shy and nerdy Angie suffering from the jokes of everyone, here was Angie, the young woman enjoying life at last!
She welcomed these changes happily, graduated from college, and became an accountant in a small company.
To her surprise, her breasts had ballooned to E cup when she left college. She had been steadily growing, and she couldn't believe she was actually "big". And she got even prettier. Angie was pretty popular, and was actually shocked by how much. She got sex, a lot, with many guys, and used her young years to have fun.
But all along, she was still growing. And as she outgrew F cups, and bras were more and more expensive and her bra suffering more and more from the weight, Angie started getting concerned: why was she growing so big?
Another thing was starting to puzzle her. Her libido. It had been growing with her chest, or kind of, because not only she fucked more boys on a monthly basis, but witch each one, she felt like she needed more. Resulting in her finding more boys, and being pleased more and more... but each time, her thirst for more returned. And when she eventually thought it was time to settle with one guy... she discovered he couldn't satisfy her enough. And eventually, cheated on him.
Did she really become that woman?
But she couldn't help it. Her body craved for pleasure, and when she got it, she was in paradise. She wasn't addicted purely to sex. Even alone, she touched herself more and more. Until, after cheating on her fifth boyfriend and being dumped, she decided to give a call to her old friend Lucy. Her old friend was now a respectable doctor. And after a couple exams, she just shrugged.
"You're 100% normal. All your tests are okay." Lucy explained in her office.
"But... why am I like this?" Angie gestured at her now HH melons moving slowly in a sturdy bra under a stretched shirt.
"You mean hot?" Lucy had revealed she was a lesbian long ago, and married since "You just got lucky at the genetic lottery."
"But no one in my family is like that! And why am I so... horny? And my breasts still growing? The tests should explain it!"
"It's just like that." Lucy insisted "No condition, no strange things in your bloodstream... so my best explanation is: did you wish at a shooting star? Asking for a lot of boobs, and a lot of sex?"
"No I..."
And that day, in Lucy's office, it all came back to Angie. The day she found the dictaphone. She wanted a life full of "pleasures"? Looked she was having them! Just... in the sexual meaning of the word! And she also wished for her breasts to grow... and they were!"
Angie couldn't believe it. But how else could she explain what was happening to her? She realized, in shock, how when she was 16, she found the ultimate power. And the 16 years old version of herself wished for beauty, sex and growing breasts. And Angie was having them all.
"But I was just a 16 years old! I didn't know!" she whispered, looking at the sky, on her way home.
And yet, she was growing. Bustier, and older... but in an attractive way. And yet, her libido was still increasing, and despite her best attempts, she couldn't keep a boyfriend for long. She had to cheat on them to get more sex than they could provide. Even open relationships failed. Men loved her, were attracted to her, but she simply couldn't keep one.
Soon, Angie was in her forties, but damn hot. She had to buy KK cups to keep her huge melons in place wherever she walked, and with her strong need, and being single most of the time now, she had been spotted a couple times at the local sex toy store, a hot milf buying huge dildos in hope to answer to her thirst for pleasure. More pleasure.
As she realized she might have wished this on herself, one evening, she found herself facing her mirror, her enormous breasts stretching a tiny band of fabric that once, had been her brassiere in high school. If she had known she'd turn like this... if she had known what the dictaphone was...
But now, here she was. A horny, busty milf. Getting hornier and bustier...
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