“Ok, I’m just gonna ask you straight: are you seeing someone else?”

Elena fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair.

“No, I’m not.”

I sipped my tea, desperately trying not to let my eyes wander down to her gorgeous breasts. She was wearing a tight-fitting low-cut red top that clung to her slim figure, and boobs looked bigger than they ever had when we were dating. That hurt – she looked even more gorgeous now than when we were seeing each other.

Her tits curved out in large, full mounds, a little bigger than she could get her hands around, and I longed to suck on them, place those big, firm nipples in my mouth and start-

“Jim, I…I’m not seeing anyone else now.”

I flicked my eyes up to her beautiful, slim, pale face, red lipstick bringing her plump lips out and matching her top. Everything about her was so full today, it made my cock throb under the table. I yearned for her, and I couldn’t have her. This was the way it was.

She put down her tea, and arched her back in a yawn, and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Her breasts looked huge! Even bigger than a few moments ago when I’d accidentally checked them out. Had she stuffed her bra just to fuck with me? That wasn’t her style, but things had been pretty volatile of late. A lot of late-night phone calls on both sides, but whenever one wanted the other back, it wasn’t reciprocal, and vice versa. You know the deal.

Now we were at the stage where I was gagging for her, in her tight red top, thick black belt pulling in her slim waist even further, and these great big titties bursting out the top in a big mound of cleavage, tight and beautiful-

Man I needed a wank. It’d been a while.

“I’m sorry Elena, it’s none of my business, I know. I’ve just – and I know this isn’t your problem – I’ve been having a tough time of late. I just…I just miss you, is all. I miss us.”

Elena’s heartbreakingly beautiful face softened, and she leant forwards, her apparently swollen breasts hanging down like two pert udders, creating a huge cavern of cleavage that I longed to place my cock between, and placed her hand over mine.

“I miss us too, Jim.”

At this, I heard a stretching of cloth, and I saw – I actually saw – Elena’s breasts expand out of her top. Her cleavage deepened, her tight red top readjusted itself to accommodate her new bust, and her tits grew to an even bigger size, packing her tight top snug against her large new figure.

My eyes fell on the heaving mass of breastflesh that was thoroughly evident in Elena’s top, and I blushed. She saw my gaze, saw my response, and blushed herself, removing her hand and sitting upright.

As she settled herself in her chair, her breasts wobbled and shook in their taut prison, now the size of large softballs, perfectly round and pert, curving up and pushing the fabric down as they slowly ballooned larger, before coming to a halt at their new size, a good couple of cup sizes bigger than before.

Elena sat there, red-faced and indignant, trying to avoid my gaze, but not knowing where to look, a mass of pert cleavage resting a little below her chin. To her, they must have felt enormous. Hell, they were enormous.

“Um…”

“It’s a curse, alright!” She blurted out, her breasts shaking as she gesticulated. I tried not to watch the hypnotic shake of her boobs, but it was hard. They were already so big for her top, and for her size. Her tiny waist only made them appear bigger. I wondered what cup size she was now. I suddenly heard what she just said.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“A while after I broke up with you, I knocked a rearview mirror off a car, then drove away. I was checking my cleavage in my own mirror at the time. The next day, a lady came to my door, and asked if I did it. I said I had no idea what she was talking about, and she…she cursed me.”

“She cursed you?”

“Yes! She muttered some words, put her hands on my breasts, and left, cackling. Sounded like a curse to me.”

“And now, whenever you lie?” I moved my hands away from my chest, imitating the growth I’d just seen.

Elena sighed. “Yeah. They grow. I think it depends on the severity of the lie, but I really don’t know.”

I fidgeted in my chair, my cock rock hard in my pants. “Look, I know this is hardly the time, but I have to say, huge boobs really suit you. You look incredible.”

Elena fixed me with a stern glance, checking my face for any sign of lying.

“I’m serious!” I continued. “Although you’d have no way of knowing I’m telling the truth”, I grinned.

Elena scanned my face one last time, and seemed satisfied. She softened once again, her fabulous breasts jiggling a little as her posture relaxed.

“There are positives”, she smiled. “For example: this table is red.”

I looked at the blue table our tea rested on, and back up at Elena’s face. Her lips were huge and full, slightly apart, a little away from a smile, her eyes sparkling and dancing.

“It’s ok – you can look.”

I lowered my eyeline gratefully, and stared in amazement as Elena’s large, full chest expanded larger and larger, her beautiful fat tits growing more and more imprisoned as the fabric pulled and warped around their increasing scale as they swelled larger and larger. They were approaching the size of small melons, and she had to keep lifting the lip of her top to ensure her nipples didn’t poke out over the top as her breasts grew and grew.

She sat back, perfect posture, shoulder back, chest out, and my mouth hung open. Her breasts were so large and full now. She looked like a supermodel. They bulged out like two balloons in her top, cleavage swelling up, her fat tits shoved together by the lack of space. There was just so much of them.

She smiled, noting my response.

“I had no idea you were such a boob man.” She grinned, leaning forwards, allowing her tits to bulge forward, making my cock ache.

“Neither did I. But something about them growing is…I don’t know what to say.”

I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. Then I suddenly remembered what had caused all of this.

“Wait, when you first started growing you said you weren’t seeing someone, and then that you missed us – they were both lies?!”

“No, of course not. Well, maybe they-”

But it was too late. The lie had been cast, and the curse, or whatever was happening to her, was working its magic again. Elena’s breasts, already way too big for her frame, were expanding again, growing larger and larger and she talked, swelling up and up as her top constricted beneath the mass of flesh that was developing beneath it.

I could see the pull of the red fabric as it slipped through the tight black belt, emerging up top where it was needed to cover the huge expansion that was taking place there. It was starting to look like Elena had shoved two big balloons down there, and these balloons were now being filled with air.

Except her breasts showed none of the lightness of balloons. I could see them, fat and heavy on her form, pulling her perfect posture down and towards the table as her breasts increased in size and mass, fast approaching the size of small watermelons, stuffing her top to its maximum. I could see the shade of her skin beneath the fabric, which was pulled so tight, it barely held together. Her breasts were pushing through it.

I was caught between the horror that I’d been lied to, and the deep arousal of watching my ex blow up larger and larger, her top becoming increasingly insufficient to hold her swelling bosom in as it approached a comically large scale, each breast almost as large as her head.

“Don’t make me say anymore, Jim. Not until they’ve gone down a bit.” She urged, gigantic chest heaving, as she tried to stay upright in the chair, her tits pulling her down as they continued to grow, although they were now slowing to a halt.

“How large can they get?” Was all I could think to ask.

“I don’t know! Bigger than this, but after that I’m not sure!”

“Does it feel nice?”

“What? No, it’s…well yes, but it’s scary, being this size.”

Although it wasn’t really a lie, Elena’s eyes widened; she knew what the rules were. Her breasts groaned larger, reaching a truly enormous size now. Her top was absolutely stuffed, stretched way beyond its maximum, as her massive mounds wobbled and grew on her chest. Her cleavage was so huge, and her breasts swung out from her slender form in what looked like 10 inches, maybe more. I was so turned on, and so confused.

Her growth was short-lived this time; it wasn’t much of a lie, after all, and Elena’s breasts soon wobbled and jiggled to a halt. They were absolutely gargantuan, hanging hugely out in front of her, almost the size of small beachballs. My cock was practically pushing the table over.

Elena tried to adjust herself in her chair, but she was too big. The chair legs were groaning with her enormous bulk, and she had to keep pulling her top up so as not to expose her huge nipples, which were almost poking out over the lip of her outfit, two huge rising mounds of boob abundantly visible to anyone in the tea house. She placed her hands on her lap, and her her boobs eclipsed them. I only wondered how her view must have been.

And suddenly the whole thing got to me. I wanted Elena more than ever, but she was seeing someone else. I had to get out of there.

“Ok, well I’ve gotta go. This is really messing with my head. Um, thanks for meeting with me. I’m glad you’re happy, I really am. This is all too crazy.” I stood up to leave.

Elena smiled, and tried to get to her feet. She almost fell forwards onto the table, her massive boobs nearly dragging her to the floor.

“Look, I’m really sorry about this. And about what I said before. Seeing you here…I actually do miss us, as stupid as it sounds.”

I watched her breasts, and although they were ridiculously enormous, they didn’t get bigger.

“Hey, you mean it.” I couldn’t help but smile a little, despite myself. It was the weirdest polygraph I’d ever seen. I reached out and helped Elena to her feet. She was so crazily heavy. I was surprised she could even walk.

I left her leaning on the chair, quickly paid up, and took her arm, guiding this enormous-busted goddess to the exit, where we hailed a cab.

The cab stopped, the driver’s eyes bulging out of his head.

“Hey, I…I had fun today. I’d like to see you again.” Elena smiled, and I knew without looking at her incredible tits that the words coming out of her mouth were true.

“Me too. And I really meant what I said about you before. You look absolutely incredible.”

Elena grinned, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, her arm bumping into her massive, wide boob on the way down, wobbling it slightly.

“Oops. Still not used to them. Look, I…I’d like to…just call me, ok? In a few days.”

She turned to get into the cab, her gargantuan tits bulging against her legs as she almost fell onto the seat. She regained her composure, grabbed the belt and pulled it over her preposterous bosom. I watched as it cut a swathe across her phenomenal tits, making them bulge out even larger than before.

“I will, Elena. I really will.”

She gave the driver her address.

“Just before you go”, I asked, grinning, “One question: did you break my Xbox 360 controller that night when I was at work?”

Elena looked me straight in the eye, a devastatingly beautiful smile on her face. Her eyes flicked to my crotch, just for the briefest of moments. Her cheeks became a little more red. She bit her lip.

“No.”

But as the cab began to drive away, I could have sworn I saw her breasts begin to grow again, pushing the belt tighter and tighter against her enormous form.

I hoped I’d know for sure very soon.

I turned, still painfully aroused, and a little melancholy, and headed for the bus stop.

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