Melody was in a funk. There was no other way to describe it. She left the city behind her and walked and walked, her strong legs taking her further from her problems, and from the smoke and the noise and the people. The roads became dustier and less green the further she went, until she looked up and realised she didn’t know where she was. This was good. This was what she wanted.

Melody was sick of people in the city judging her on how she looked. She wasn’t even unattractive, it’s just that their standards were so far out of whack even someone like her didn’t feel good. She was slim, pretty, 5’7, with short dark hair, and deep, hazel eyes. Sensitive eyes. She had small, B-cup breasts which were often hidden by the clothes she wore, and didn’t show much even if she put on something tight. But the guy she’d been dating for the last 6 months – who seemed so nice and understanding when she met him – had spent the last few months making her feel like shit for not being his ideal of attractive. He wanted big, fake boobs, he wanted someone with a bigger ass, he wanted someone with something to hold on to. He wanted everything she wasn’t, and it was only today, after months of abuse, that Melody had been able to get away. Her head was spinning, and the whole world seemed smudged and unreal, like nothing was quite where it was supposed to be. Things were blurring.

Wiping her forehead, Melody realised it was hot, and she didn’t have any water. She trudged down the dirt road, moving more slowly now, until a small house appeared on the horizon. A run-down wooden shack with a small porch. She could see a figure in the rocking chair, something in his hands, slowly tilting back and forth as she slumped closer.

Every now and then, her ears caught a hint of something floating across the breeze, some kind of music, a sensation that filled her stomach and gave her peculiar feelings of longing, and fear. What was that sound?

When she got closer, her mouth sticking together because of thirst, she spied a small, spry old man sitting in the rocking chair, chewing tobacco loudly and noisily. Melody frowned a little as the brown substance moved around his mouth, wet smacking noises emanating from within. When she moved closer, reaching the steps of the porch, he fired out a blob of gunk from his mouth into a carefully placed spitoon, where it landed with a wet splat. That sounded like a full spitoon.

Grimacing, Melody stayed on the edge of the stairs, not wanting to intrude, and politely asked for some water. The man smiled a toothy, brown-stained grin, hopped up from his chair and stepped inside. He re-emerged with a tray, containing a large jug of iced water and two glasses, shakingly carried it to the table by his rocking chair, and gestured for Melody to sit down. She did so, and he poured two large glasses of icy water. Melody was practically drooling.

“So missy, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked, in a drawl.

If Melody was surprised, her instincts told her not to worry, to tell this man things. It was a peculiar feeling – normally she wouldn’t be opening herself up to a stranger. But it had been a strange day.

“It’s my…well, my body. Everyone makes me feel bad for the way I look. I don’t why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry. I just want to be…well, bigger. Better.”

The old man paused for what seemed like an eternity. Melody eyed him cautiously over the rim of her glass, which she sipped from carefully even though she was ragingly thirsty.

Then, without saying anything, the old man took up his banjo, and slowly began to play. The music was immediately calming, and Melody found herself sliding back into her chair, her body starting to melt with relaxation as the music twanged from the instrument. Before long, the soothing sounds of the strings lulled her into what felt like a dreamlike state, and even though the old man was saying things, singing to the music as he played, slowly increasing in intensity, Melody couldn’t hear, or understand what was being said. Regardless, she felt she knew it, she felt that instinctively, on a primal level, and knew everything was going to be ok. And as the music continued, she drifted off into a gentle and beautiful sleep…

**

When Melody awoke, it was as if she’d had the most beautiful, refreshing night’s sleep she’d ever known. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms, felt her bones crack and click, and looked around. Huh. Back in her apartment. Hadn’t she left the city and gone out into the country and met some strange old man, and…her brain felt fuzzy. She had remnants of some song echoing around her head, but like an echo they just faded and disappeared the more she tried to think of them, and before long there was nothing. Just…words. Hints of words.

Melody stretched one more time, languidly and lazily, smacked her mouth together, feeling its dryness. She’d been really thirsty, in her dreams. Now she wanted something to quench that. She got to her feet, padding across the carpet of her studio apartment in t-shirt and jeans, and headed for the fridge.

The cool balm of the fridge interior played over her skin, and the light shone gently on her arm as she reached in and grabbed the nearest container. She poured herself a large glass of milk, and placed the carton back inside. She picked up the glass, feeling the cool, soft pulse of the chilled liquid through the glass. Feeling a tingling inside her that she couldn’t quite identify or explain, she lifted the glass to her lips, and took a gulp.

“Aaaah.” She responded, instinctively. It felt so good in her throat as the cold, smooth liquid slid down and into her belly. She raised the glass to her mouth for another sip.

Immediately Melody knew something was wrong. The cold feeling in her stomach was turning to warmth, which is turn was spreading through her body, and reaching up to her chest. Quickly, she put the glass down on the counter and reached up to her chest, trying to identify the sensation – what on earth was going on? Then, with a stretching and a groaning sound, she saw her breasts start to expand.

Melody gasped out loud, as her shirt began to distend. From having almost nothing on her chest, her bust was starting to stretch outwards, to grow out from her slim figure as her boobs appeared to be gaining mass. Distant thoughts and memories swam around her head as her subconscious wrestled with what had happened before she woke up, but all that came to her mind was the same song, looping around her head, and certain words that she knew would mean strange, terrible things if she said them. What were they, what were-

Melody’s mind snapped back to the present, to the fact that her breasts were slowly, inexorably inching outwards, pushing the fabric of her top away from her as they softly grew bigger. Inch by inch, they spread outwards, becoming fatter and wider with each second that passed, until they stopped: prim, perky D-cups on her chest, that were very noticeable beneath her formerly loose t-shirt, her nipples sticking out from her proud new boobs.

Melody raised shaking hands up to her new tits, and gently, tentatively, cupped them. They felt large and heavy and warm to the touch. Her nipples were sensitive and tender, and her breasts were shockingly big. How had they grown? What was going on?

Melody looked across to the glass of milk on the counter, and she felt a tight knot in her stomach. Was that what had caused the change? Just thinking about milk sent a peculiar rhythm through her brain, and she almost went into a daydream where she was sitting on a porch drinking a cold drink next to someone, but now the drink was icy milk, and when she looked down she had gargantuan breasts and-

Melody snapped herself back to reality again, and stared down at her large, new chest. This was real. What was she going to do? She was supposed to be going to a cocktail party later with some date her friend was trying to set her up with, and now she had boobs like this! What was she going to wear? Well, at least this date hadn’t seen the old her, so wouldn’t be shocked by the growth, but it still meant getting a new wardrobe. And what would happen if…Melody found her eyes drifting over to the large, almost full glass of milk on the counter. Surely she wouldn’t get…bigger?

She stepped over to the counter, feeling her breasts bounce and sway a little as she moved, feeling tight and full under her top, and reached a hand around the glass of white liquid. She found her body tingled and vibrated a little whenever she thought of drinking milk, and a peculiar kind of calm washed over her. Just a little wouldn’t hurt. She had such small breasts, and it wasn’t like they were going to grow again…

Before she knew it, Melody was gulping down the white liquid, and she had to force herself to place the glass back on the table – what was she thinking?! She drank way more than last time – the glass was half full! Or half empty, depending on how good an idea Melody thought this was. She in two minds – almost literally. On the one hand, the thought of going to an event with grotesquely swollen mammaries was terrifying, but on the other, a small, excitable part of her brain that lived on that porch and drank that cold liquid was tremendously excited about growing bigger…and bigger…and bigger…

These thoughts were filling Melody’s brain before she realised with a start that her tits were growing again. Shockingly, her already large, full breasts were stretching larger, spreading to either side of her chest, and looming down towards her belly button. She was shocked to feel them expanding, feeling the weight increase on her chest minute by minute as she grew larger. Instinctively, she grabbed her breasts, and felt their shockingly heavy bulk in her arms as she continued to swell. Her breasts were increasing in size at a terrifying rate, and were soon stretching her shirt and spilling over the edges of her hands as they continued to expand. Melody didn’t know what to do! How on earth was this happening, how come her breasts were ballooning to the point that she could barely hold them?!

Then, as fast as they had started, her expansion slowly ground to a halt. Her tits were riding high on her chest, swollen and huge on her otherwise slim figure. Her t-shirt was struggling to keep them in check, as they bulged out in front of her like melons, gently, insistently pressing into her arms as they hung by her side. How could she have let this happen? How could she have gotten this big? Even now, shocked by these thoughts, part of Melody’s brain was tickled by this expansion, by the fact that her former body issues were being obliterated, the bigger she got. And who was this old man that she kept thinking about, whenever she got excited about growing larger?

Melody couldn’t think. She blobbed across the floor, her huge tits swinging heavily from side to side, slapping into each other as she moved, and sat heavily down on her couch. Her breasts rested in her lap, taking up a lot of space, almost reaching her navel, and were pretty inconvenient. Her t-shirt was holding them in, but only just.

She reached for the remote, and switched on the TV.

“House prices are up again, forcing an ever greater number of people to consider selling their homes, and moving to the coast…”

Melody felt a tingling in her chest. Different from before. Before her breasts were growing and swelling down towards her belly button. Now it was like they were…filling up. Getting heavier, not larger. Swelling, not growing. It was a strange distinction, but it felt very different.

“Selling their homes, and moving to the coast.”

The phrase echoed through Melody’s mind, each time increasing the sensations present in her chest, each time making them strong, more insistent.

“And moving to the coast.”

“Mooooving to the coast.”

“Mooooooo-”

Melody gasped, as the phrase exploded in her head, and her breasts grew heavier and fatter. They were filling up! That was what it felt like. Filling up, growing more and more swollen and heavy with each thought she had. She looked at her shirt, and saw it buckling and straining with the engorgement that was taking place beneath it. She could feel her nipples getting larger – they looked comically small on her huge, new breasts – and the areolae around them were spreading wider and wider. She could see because her shirt was so stretched and warped that it was practically see-through, the massive bags of engorged flesh beneath it pushing it outwards ever further as they expanded.

Melody placed her hands over her tits, and felt them tighten and stretch as she pushed against them. Each time she squeezed her huge boobs even slightly there was no give. Instead, she felt a shock of pleasure, and felt like she was going to explode. Her boobs were so large and full, she felt like she was going to pop at any moment. And then her nipples slowly poked out from beneath the base of her shirt – her tits were too large to be contained any more.

Looking at her bare breasts for the first time, Melody felt overwhelmed by their size and sheer mass. Thick veins protruded from their swollen bulk, and it was like they were going to burst. Unthinkingly, Melody moved her hands over her engorged orbs, and reached over to her nipples. She squeezed them, and her body exploded with pleasure.

Thick, white bolts of liquid shot out of her massive hooters as her body convulsed with delight. Her tits wobbled and shook, convulsing as they fired their load. Instinctively, Melody squeezed her tits and nipples harder, and more and more milk fired from both lactating barrels. It felt incredible, and all the while Melody was lost in the dreamlike pleasure she’d been dipping in and out of all day.

Eventually it was over, her breasts slightly smaller, reduced from their epic scale by a couple of inches, but still comfortably enormous. She hauled herself to her feet, her tits shaking and wobbling all the while, and tottered into the shower. She had a date to prepare for.

Something had shifted in her mind.

She was going to give whoever the lucky bastard was the show of a lifetime…

To BE concluded…