Your Bust will be mine! (Alternate #2)

“Hold still, dear,” Judy told her daughter, “It’ll be easier to take your measurements for this dress if you don’t move so much.” And easier to steal your tits, your big beautiful boobs that you love so much. It’s not fair that you’re bigger than me. But thanks to this enchanted measuring tape that will all change very soon.

“I’m not moving at all, ma,” Lilith replied, holding her arms up so her mother could move the tape up to take her bust measurements. She had to have her mom make her clothes because of how busty she was- at 19, Lilith’s chest supported breasts nearly the size of basketballs. She learned to accept them in time, despite the teasing from girls and the stares from the boys, but sometimes she wished they were smaller. If only these were, I don’t know, SOMEWHERE close to normal-sized, maybe I’d actually believe boys wanted to take me on dates for more than just copping a feel of these boobs.

“Last one here, just have to take your bust,” Judith said, smiling at the double meaning of that statement. She moved the tape up to circle her daughter’s huge breasts and slowly pulling the tape tighter, transferring her daughter’s massive mammaries to her. Judith’s breasts started to tingle as she stole her daughter’s breast size. She looked down and grinned as she could see her own breasts, previously D-cups, growing larger in her snap-buttoned top.

Lilith didn’t notice anything unusual as her boobs dwindled slowly in her men’s double-XL t-shirt.

Don’t worry, hun, I don’t want to leave you completely flat. But it’s rude to be bustier than your mother. Judith basked in the feelings of her breasts swelling. She had been a young mother, bringing Lilith into the world when she was only 18, and her own breasts still had their own perkiness about them.

The buttons on Judith’s shirt began to strain as her bust approached cantaloupe sized. Her nipples grew with her tits, and the fingertip-sized nubs began to noticeably push into the fabric of her shirt.

*Snap!* The first button came undone, a gasp escaping Judith that she tried her best to suppress so Lilith wouldn’t think anything was going on.

“Mom? What’s taking so long?” Her mom taking her measurements never took this long.

“Sorry, dear, just can’t seem to get this one right. I’ll get it soon, don’t worry,” Judith responded, slowly pulling the tape tighter and tighter. I’m gonna leave you a G cup, Lilith, so don’t worry, you’ll still be plenty busty, but I’ll be so huge…

Her breasts were already getting huge, her nearly volleyball-sized boobs straining the next button of her top.

*Snap!* The surprise made Judith jump, her arms pulling the measuring tape much tighter more quickly than she wanted to. The nest two buttons snapped open as well, displaying nearly a foot of Judith’s cleavage. Her wine cork nipples were nearly out of her shirt as they pushed into the tight material.

I need to be more careful… How is Lilith not noticing her tits shrinking so much?

Lilith still hadn’t noticed that her previously basketball breasts were now J cups.

Well, she didn’t notice that huge jump before, Judith thought, the hell with it, I’ll just take the rest now.

She pulled the tape to read that Lilith was a G cup.

*Snap!* Judith’s shirt popped all the way open, her huge, torso-covering tits bounding out into the space made available to them. The sensitivity of her breasts had grown with them, so much so she nearly climaxed as she burst out of her shirt. They weren’t as large as her daughter’s had been, but Judith now definitely exceeded her daughter in the bust department. Her tits now reached below her navel, the outermost edges of them surpassing her hips. Judith’s nipples, now nearly a foot away from her chest, resembled shot glasses, the hard nubs standing straight in Judith’s excitement of busting out of her shirt. The intense pleasure she got from popping out of her clothes made Judith shiver, her arms tensing and pulling the tape farther in, which caused her more pleasure, making her shudder again, her arms pulling the tape tighter and tighter. Judith felt powerless to stop herself even as she shrank her daughter’s bust more than she intended, too wrapped up in the feeling from her tits to care right now.

“I… oh no… My boobs…” Judith whispered, gazing down at her massive chest, still panting from the energy running through her from her excessive growth. Judith’s greatly enlarged breasts exceeded what her daughter’s size had been, the lower lobes of her tits hanging below her waist. Her baseball-sized nipples, over a foot and a half away from her chest, stood stiffly in the cool air.

What have I done? She thought. “I’m, uh, all done, sweetheart. You’re, uh, smaller than last time.”

Smaller? Lilith thought. She brought her hands to her chest and felt nothing. No boobs at all.

“Where the hell did my tits go?” she shouted, turning around to face her mother. “What? Mom? Did you steal my boobs or something?”

“I wasn’t planning on taking everything, but it just felt so good and I couldn’t control my arms as they pulled the tape tighter and tighter around you,” Judith replied, still trying to regain her breath.

“Mom, that’s bullshit, give me my boobs back.”

Judith contemplated for a moment. Maybe… no. I deserve these boobs more than she does. Even if now she has nothing at all… I’m not giving any back. “No, Lil, I won’t give any of yours back,” she said, grinning. “They’re my boobs now.”

A Few Weeks Later....

The formerly extraordinarily busty girl walked up to her friend’s front door, the magic tape measure in hand. She didn’t want all of her size back—those basketball tits were too much to deal with—but she had to have something. That was where Lilith’s friend came in. Her friend group was comprised of a lot of girls with above average sized breasts.

Lilith had called some of her friends and told them her story about her mom using an enchanted tape measure to transfer Lilith’s bustiness to herself. Surprisingly, and to her excitement, a couple of her friends asked if she could get the tape. They’d donate some of their spectacular frontages to her. One girl, in particular, piqued her interest, her friend Helen. Not only did Helen have huge boobs, but even more interesting: she was lactating. Lilith really wanted to see if she could transfer that to her- she could enjoy milking herself.

So she knocked on Helen’s door, excited to regain some of her lost chestiness. When her friend opened the door, it was abundantly clear that Helen wasn’t wearing a bra, her head-sized breasts wobbling inside her tank top as she swung the door open.

“Wow, damn girl, you weren’t kidding. She took everything?” Helen asked, eyeing her friend’s missing frontage.

“Every last inch,” Lilith responded. Her formerly necessarily-large shirts now draped loosely over her flat form. "Can I come in?”

“Of course, let’s get this started. I can’t wait.” Helen moved aside to allow her friend to come inside her house. “My parents aren’t home, so we can do this safely.” Lilith followed Helen up to her bedroom. Once inside, Lilith closed the door, and Helen stood with her arms raised parallel to the floor.

“Take as much as you want. Maybe you’ll get the lactation, too.”

“As much as I want? Even if that’s everything?” Lilith asked, excited.

“If you want everything, take everything. At least these tits will match your hips. I’m just ‘the short girl with big boobs.’ Being just ‘the short girl’ won’t be so bad, I think.”

Lilith kneeled behind her friend and wrapped the tape measure around her bust. “Well, if you’re sure, then say goodbye to those boobies.”

Helen looked down at her huge breasts. “Goodbye, boobies,” she said, grinning.

Lilith began to tighten the tape around her friend’s chest. As Helen’s breast size passed to Lilith, Lilith began to feel what her mother did a few weeks ago. She could feel the sensitivity of her breasts increase as her plumping boobs pushed her nipples out to rub against her shirt, sending a shiver up Lilith’s spine.

“Oooh, this feels good,” Lilith said, her small breasts passing B cups.

“Yeah? Keep going, I’m hungry,” Helen sassed her. “Go faster.”

Lilith pulled the tape tighter more rapidly, her chest ballooning as her friend’s dwindled.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ooohhhhhh,” Lilith moaned as the sensations from her boobs growing faster and her thickening nipples rubbing against her shirt. At this point, she had softballs underneath her shirt, with nipples like think pennies.

Just like her mother, Lilith lost control of her body as the intense feelings ran through her, and her arms suddenly jerked tighter as her body convulsed in orgasm, the tape constricting Helen until the remaining mass of her boobs had been transferred to Lilith in a matter of seconds.
With a yelp, Lilith came and came as her boobs grew huge in a matter of seconds, her sensitive nipples dragging against her shirt. She let go of the tape and fell backwards, landing on her back. Within a few seconds, Lilith’s breasts expanded from softballs to cantaloupes to a size bigger than her head, each. As the growth tapered off, Lilith experienced an entirely new sensation as milk shot out of her big, thick nipples, soaking into her t-shirt. Explosively leaking milk out of her sensitive nipples made Lilith come again, her body finally relaxing as she lay on her back.

“Hell yeah,” she panted, “I got your lactation too.”

“Good,” Helen responded, turning around to help her friend up. Upon standing, Lilith ran her hands over her new tits. “Were my boobs really that huge? I didn’t know I was so big. Now quit hiding them, I want to see our boobs!”

Lilith laughed. “Hold on, geez, let a girl enjoy her boobs for a second.” She grabbed the bottom of her oversized shirt and pulled it up over her tits, then finally over her head and off. Droplets of milk were leaking out of her nipples and beading on them. Lilith’s boobs were somewhere between head and volleyball-sized, her nipples resembling half-inch stacks of quarters, pink and thick.

“God, I wanna milk myself so bad. They feel so good. Thanks for the tits, Helen.”

“You’re very welcome- I won’t miss them. Oh, girl, I have to show you how good tit-milk milkshakes are. If your milk is anything like mine, you’ve never tasted anything so good.”

Later...

Lilith staggered up the stairs in her last body-expanding destination, her friend Eliza’s house. Lilith’s tremendous bust swayed back and forth as she walked, the basketball-sized masses blocking any view of her torso. She had believed that she didn’t want to get back to her original bust size—the basketball boobs that her mother had stolen—but as her friends surprisingly kept volunteering some or all of their breast mass for her, Lilith discovered that she felt wrong without her tits dominating her figure.

Eliza had come to her with a different kind of volunteering. Eliza was undoubtedly busty- but that’s not what she wanted to lose. No, Eliza wanted to see if she could donate some of her hefty butt to Lilith. For her part, Lilith was excited to see if the tape could transfer things other than boobs, and having a bigger butt to help balance out her chest behemoths wouldn’t hurt.

“I hope you brought some yoga pants,” Eliza said, “I want to be completely top-heavy.” Her bountiful H cups would make that easy once Lilith had her butt. Eliza’s ass dwarfed her breasts in comparison. Her butt cheeks were like two volleyballs, supported by hips a foot and a half wide. Lilith pulled her jeans off—so she didn’t have to worry about her butt having enough room to grow—and kneeled in front of Eliza and wrapped the tape measure around Eliza’s butt.

“I did, but I might have to borrow some of yours if I’m taking this entire ass.” She pulled. Will this work? She thought. Her arms didn’t encounter resistance as she pulled the tape tighter, so she guessed it did.

“Please, take all of it. I’m sick of having a giant butt.”

Lilith could feel a tingling sensation as her already large rear began to expand with Eliza’s contribution. It was harder for her to visualize than her boobs growing because she couldn’t directly look at her butt. What she could do, however, was observe the diminishing size of Eliza’s and think about adding that on to what her butt used to look like.

As her butt pushed out further and further, forming a bubble butt that would put most other girls to shame, the expanding felt just as good as her tits did. She could feel her hips widening as she kept tightening the tape around her friend.

“I’m really glad I took my jeans off for this,” Lilith said, laughing, “They’d be killing me by now. Your butt was gigantic, girl.”

Eliza leaned over slightly, trying to get a good look at Lilith’s posterior. “Looks like yours is now, though. How much more is there?”

“Just a little bit more.” The sensations were coming to a head, just like when she expanded her boobs. Lilith could feel a climax coming on. “Oh, ohhh, OH, not- oooohhh- again.”

She came, jerking her arms tighter, taking the last of Eliza’s ass in one swift motion. Her hips widened and her own butt ballooned out behind her, the cheeks almost rivalling her tits for size.

“That’s it, Eliza. Now you’re officially top-heavy,” she said, “And I,” she continued, looking into her friend’s full-length mirror, “Am incredibly sexy.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, Miss Curves-For-Days,” Eliza sassed.

Lilith pulled on a pair of Eliza’s stretchy black yoga pants. Her huge ass barely fit into them. “I think I need something to eat after that. How do you feel about milkshakes?”

A Few Hours Later...

Lilith knew. She knew her mother was jealous again. She kept eyeing her new tits. Something was up once Lilith couldn’t find the measuring tape. Is she going to take my boobs again? Does she want to be immobile?

Lilith had her own ideas about how to deal with her mother. So one day she made her loving mom a milkshake—her new specialty—and put in enough sleep aid to knock her out for a few hours. There’s no way she’ll be able to taste anything besides my milk—not that she knows I’m lactating.

After finishing it, she brought it to her mother, who was in her bedroom where this whole breast-size ordeal began. “Hey mom,” Lilith said, sincerely, “I made you this milkshake. I know how much you like them.” She extended her arms to offer the dairy treat to Judith.

“Thank you, dear,” Judith responded, stealing glances at her daughter’s enlarged boobs. She took a sip. “Wow, Lilith, this is amazing!”

“Thanks, mom,” she responded, walking out of the room, waiting for the shake to do its work.

An hour later, Judith was out cold. Lilith dragged her into one of the dining room chairs—a difficult task for a woman as curvaceous as she was—and got out a roll of duct tape. She taped her mother securely to the chair. Now that that’s done, it’s time to get our revenge. Lilith sent out a mass text to all the friends who had donated any of their breast size to her. If any of them wanted to recoup their losses, now was the time. To both her surprise and not a surprise, everyone showed up.

An hour after that, Judith woke up with Lilith standing before her, measuring tape in hand. She tried to stand up but couldn’t. “Lil- what is going on here? Why am I stuck in this chair?”

“You’re in this situation right now, mom, because we’re going to get even. Girls! Come in here!” The room was quickly flooded with Lilith’s friends. “Now make a line- let’s try to make this somewhat orderly.” She turned to address her mother. “Now, mom, you stole my boobs, and I was not at all happy about that. But I found your tape measure and my wonderful friends here were glad to donate their boobs to alleviate my suffering- one of them even gave me her butt-” She turned, showing off her generous ass, how it stretched her custom-made jeans- “The thing is though… this isn’t exactly fair to them now. I knew you were going to try to take my tits again when the tape measure was missing from where I kept it. So now here we all are. And now we’re going to get even because they are going to take back their boobs. From you. Helen?” Lilith offered the tape to Helen, the first girl in line.

Helen kneeled in front of the chair, wrapped the tape around Judith, and pulled, beginning the series of girls getting their chests back. For nearly an hour, Judith’s chest shrank. Shirts tightened and stretched as flat girls grew astounding H cups and already-busty girls got back a cup size or two. When all the girls were satisfied with their boobs, Judith’s chest had deflated from whopping behemoths hanging below her hips to comparably small G cups.

“Well, mom, it looks like my friends are done but you’ve still got quite a bit of a rack. Can someone hand me the tape?” The tape was passed through the crowd of girls into Lilith’s hand. “Now I don’t know how I’ll feel about having even bigger boobs, but it’ll definitely be better than how I feel about you having any of my stolen size.”

Lilith got into position behind her mother and brought the tape around her. Instead of going slowly this time, she yanked the tape tighter, making her mother entirely flat-chested within seconds. Her own tits swelled rapidly, her shirt stretching barely enough to accommodate them, her thick, milky nipples poking obscenely into the fabric.

“Oh, god,” she whispered as the swift growth of her chest felt even better than before. Her breasts grew enormous, and her shirt ran out of give, squeezing her tits slightly, making her express milk. “My boobs… wow.” Lilith stood, her legs wobbly from the sensations from her tits growing and her milk being squeezed out. Her plain cotton shirt was now more or less see-through, the outline of her huge nipples clearly visible.

She walked in front of her mother and picked up a pair of scissors she had placed on the table earlier. “And now, mother, this whole thing is over,” she said, cutting the measuring tape into pieces. “Somebody whose tits don’t hang past their hips, get my mom out of the chair, please.”

The End...