I knocked on the hotel door, a bunch of flowers in my hand. Bit cheesy, I know, but it was a third date. I was sure I was gonna close the deal this time – I’d been dating Macy for a couple of weeks now, and things had been going well. Really well.

Look, I’m not going into details – yet – but we’d done stuff, just not…all the stuff. And tonight we were going to do all the…look, fuck the metaphors, we were gonna screw, alright. At least, that was what I hoped, when I got this text from Macy:

7:30. Bring a condom x

Pretty clear cut, right? She’d sent me the address and room number of a hotel in town, and I’d spent the rest of the day at college running over the night in my head. Hey, I’d been with girls before, but not like Macy – she was tall, red-headed and wild; slim, toned and a little bit crazy.

Normally girls like her weren’t my type – I like ’em with a little more up-top, if you know what I mean…fine, big fat tits if you really need to know, but there was something about Macy – something…hungry. I felt like she and I would really get up to the fun stuff.

So my heart was going pretty fast when I got to room 327, and rapped on the wood. I heard a call from inside, and the door was flung open. I was met with an incredible view.

Macy was standing there, leaning against the wall in massive high-heels, perfect make up, gorgeous hair, her slim body packed into a stunning, low cut, figure-hugging black dress, which accentuated her tight waist and gave her a pretty good pair of boobs, with a nice slice of cleavage.

“Wow.” Was all I managed.

“You like?” She responded, giving me a twirl.

“Flowers.” I responded, thrusting them forwards.

Macy blinked.

I can be pret-ty smooth when the mood takes me.

**

So it turned out we were having a sexy night in, and all was going my way. I was worried when I saw that gorgeous outfit that she had a night on the town planned, but she’d worn it all for me. What a lucky guy, eh?

As we walked into the hotel room, I checked out Macy’s ass, which was packed into that gorgeous dress, and looked really full and firm.

“You can stop checking me out now.” She said coolly, not even turning around.

“I wasn’t!” I lied, convincingly.

She turned, a radiant smile on her face, and I got another view of her breasts, which really were looking good – much bigger than usual.

“New bra?” I asked without thinking, and instantly wished I hadn’t. What the fuck was I thinking?! I did not know Macy well enough to ask that. I closed my eyes and waited for the slap.

“Yes, actually. Bought it today. It’s gonna make me huge.”

“Yeah, you do look huge.” I said, too relieved to notice what she actually said. “If that’s not too rude of me to say.”

Macy turned to face me, and sat down on the bed, pressing her small (but noticeably larger than usual) breasts together.

“Do you like huge?” She asked, staring up at me in a very sultry manner.

I gulped, audibly. She didn’t know the half of it.

“I guess, yeah.” I responded. Macy didn’t know, but I liked girls with really big chests. Really big.

“I saw your laptop. Saw the history. I wanted to make sure I was doing the right thing.”

Shit. Busted.

“W…what do you mean?”

“I got a very special bra today. You’ll see.”

At this, Macy leaned back on her hands, crossed her long, slim legs, tilted her head back, and thrust her chest forwards.

“Watch.”

I blinked. What was I supposed to be watching?

I started at Macy’s chest, which looked great, and at the frills of the lacy blue bra that was cupping her small, but well-proportioned bust. And as I stared, I noticed the skin beneath the cups…begin to move.

Macy began to laugh, and her chest started to shake, her tits jiggling with the movement. And her dress slowly started to tighten.

I stared in amazement, not able to believe my eyes. As the skin around the cups of the bra began to tighten, it became impossible to ignore – Macy’s chest, her breasts, those beautiful small tits of hers…were growing, getting bigger, whatever. This was fucking insane.

As she lay back, her eyes closed, her small boobs began to bulge outwards, slowly growing into the fabric of the black dress she was wearing. I began to wonder if she’d picked it on purpose, if she knew this was going to happen. Her tits were already noticeably bigger, slowly swelling larger, like two little water balloons that were slowly being filled up with liquid.

Macy didn’t say a word, as her chest slowly grew larger and larger. I could see her tits inching forwards with every breath she took. I was transfixed. I couldn’t move. This was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. With every second that passed, Macy’s tits were getting bigger. One minute they were barely an A-cup, the next they were like two round, perky tennis balls, bulging out of the top of her tightening bra.

“W-what did you mean, special bra?” I asked. I had to ask. I never wanted to puncture this moment, because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen – that I ever would see – but I had to know. Were there more of these things about? They should be mandatory!

“Don’t ask questions, Saul.” Macy moaned, licking her big red lips with a long, sensuous tongue. “Just watch me grow.”

I could almost hear the stretching sound as her breasts ballooned outwards, slowly bulging larger and larger. Her dress was rustling and groaning as this new mass expanded into it, and her two mounds grew bigger and bigger with each passing moment. They were incredibly round, perky and firm, and I wanted to bury my face in them and put my rock hard cock between them. I was attracted to Macy before, but this was just ridiculous.

“Mmmmm, I can feel them growing, my skin stretching…they’re getting so big…” Macy groaned, as her tits bulged outwards, swelling slowly to the size of melons as they pushed forwards out of the front of her dress. The sheer size of them was beginning to blow my mind – they looked to be about F-cups now, but they were fast getting bigger. I could see the straps of the bra starting to struggle to contain their growing load, as the flesh began to spill over the tops of the tight cups, as her breasts expanded larger and larger.

“Ohhhh god, they’re getting heavy, Saul. I can feel it!”

With a large snap, which sent a bolt of arousal to my cock, Macy’s bra broke from the growing load it had been unfairly asked to contain and her big tits bulged forwards. I couldn’t believe it – they were riding so high on her chest; they looked so big and perky, when I’d expected them to sag. There was a mass of gorgeous cleavage poking out of the front of the low-cut dress, and I was starting to not know what to do with myself.

“Is that it? Is it over?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment. Macy’s breasts were comfortably massive – large melons balanced impeccably on her chest, huge nipples poking through the front of the dress, a mass of cleavage nestled between their swollen forms – but I still wanted them bigger. Then I saw them press together further, the cleavage growing as they continued to bulge, and I had my answer. This wasn’t over yet.

“God, I’m getting so wet.” Macy moaned, spreading her legs, as her dress rode up. The bigger her boobs got – and they were bulging out about seven inches from her lithe form now – the more the bottom of her dress resembled a miniskirt, as it was pulled up to try and contain her fat tits.

“Look how wide they are, Saul. That bra was incredible.”

She was right. Her tits were wider than her chest now, and they spread out like two massive melons, almost covering the arms that she was leaning back on. Her nipples were like two bullets, poking out of the dress, begging to be sucked.

“I…but…you know…” Not my finest hour, I’ll admit, but what would you say if the girl you were dating blew up into a monster-titted porn star in front of you?

“Shut up and fuck me.”

My mouth went dry. First time having sex with Macy, and this was it? I’d never imagined it would be like this. She was so big. I didn’t even know what to do with breasts that large. They were still swelling larger, and were pulling apart the front of her dress – it was like she’d placed two huge balloons down her dress, and was filling them with more and more air. She was huge, moving away from a measurable bra size.

“Now?” I realised what I’d said, and added a quiet “never mind”, and began tearing off my clothes. It was tough, as this felt like the hardest my cock had ever been, not to mention the fact that it was dripping pre-cum.

“Mmmmm, I’m glad you’re excited. I’m so excited. I’m gonna grow really big for you.” Macy licked her big lips, tossed her red hair, and moaned as her swollen udders bulged outwards once again, testing the limits of the black dress, which was once figure-hugging, and now looked like it had been painted on. The fabric was pulled so taut across her bulging figure, that at some points it looked almost see-through – just a mass of huge pink flesh shuddering and growing beneath.

I licked my own lips, and gently straddled Macy, pushing her dress up to reveal her toned, beautiful legs, and the top of her gorgeous, wet cunt.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and felt her massive tits press into my chest. I’d never kissed a girl with such massive jugs before! I could feel them bulging up against me, smooshed up like they were round beachballs. And they were inflating like beachballs too – I could feel them press harder into me as they grew bigger, and I threw my arms around Macy’s neck, pulling myself in to trap those massive boobs, feeling them grow bigger and bigger while we kissed.

I felt one of Macy’s fumbling hands move down towards my rock-hard cock, and gasp when she touched it. “So hard.” She mumbled between kisses, as she began to stroke it up and down. The combination of this and her titanic bust pushing into me – no doubt destroying that black dress – sent me, I’m not ashamed to admit it, a bit crazy.

I pushed Macy down on the bed, her enormous tits wobbling and jiggling madly, just about contained in her dress (but not for long), poking up impossibly into the air, blocking out her face from certain angles. This sent me even wilder – I never imagined I’d even see someone with tits that big, let alone fuck them, so that was it.

I slid my hard cock gently into Macy’s tight cunt, and we both groaned – it felt amazing. Her tits bulged and wobbled, still growing upwards, as she lay on the bed on her back. From where I was straddling her, it looked like she’d strapped two large watermelons to her chest, and they were shaking madly back and forth, straining against the tight black fabric that just about had them contained for the time being.

I began to fuck Macy, and we were both pretty loud about it. Fuck it – that’s what hotels are for. I could feel my orgasm building pretty early, and I knew that we were both going to come pretty soon. Normally I’d last for ages, but you try fucking someone with massive tits – that are growing bigger while you fuck them – and I bet you’d have trouble not blowing your load.

So while we fucked, Macy’s tits were just getting bigger and bigger. They poked up about twelve inches away from her body now and were like two beachballs being pumped up inside her dress, just blowing up larger and larger with every thrust of my cock. I can’t even remember what we were both moaning, but we were going pretty crazy; everything about this was incredible.

And then, I heard her dress start to rip. Her tits were just too big. They were becoming the size of fully inflated beachballs, impossibly large and round, and her dress was tearing itself to bits trying to hold them in. With every thrust my cock got harder, her tits got bigger, and her dress ripped a bit more. None of this could last much longer.

I felt my dick harder for the final time, as a massive tear struck the front of Macy’s dress, and her titanic jugs spilled forth. The sight of these huge beachballs in all their glory, with massive nipples and areola was too much for me, and I practically yelled out loud, as I began to come.

Macy was the same, feeling me on my way, getting turned on by her own growth (plus of course my amazing love-making) and she came ridiculously hard. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock with huge pulses, as my dick throbbed in harmony, her tits’ growth slowly swelling to a halt at the same time, as the sides of her dress fell apart.

I don’t remember what I said then. I felt like I’d been drained of everything. It was amazing.

Macy lay on her side, facing me. I moved her stupendous jugs down a little so I could see her face.

And let me tell you, she had the biggest fucking grin on it.

“So you like the bra?”

I couldn’t help but nod.

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