Contains Breast expansion, and a trans girl. Readers beware, you're in for some BE





Sam was wandering through her local thrift store, her hands in the pockets of her light blue zip up hoodie, browsing through the limited costume selection they had, looking for something simple to wear, or even just a nice new accessory. She headed over to a wall of wigs, picking up a rainbow colored one and taking it out, comparing its length to her own mid-back length straight silky brunette locks, the wig falling several inches too short. She frowned, stuffing it back in its plastic bag and hanging it back up, in love with rainbow hair, but not wanting to damage her own with constant bleaching and dying. She next looked over in the accessory area, searching for a tiny hair clip hat or a spoopy piece of headgear. As she turned the corner for the aisle, the ruby glint of something shiny on the jewelry display caught her eye, almost magnetically drawing her towards it. She’d always been distracted by shiny things when she was bored, so this was the perfect storm.



She approached the trinket, a small ruby choker. She didn’t much care for them, but this one looked pretty as well as a bit big for her, which made it the perfect size for her to wear as a necklace, “Excuse me!” she asked the woman at the counter, “How much is this?” she held up the choker. The woman took it from Sam and looked it over, trying to find the price tag



“I think it was something in our Halloween section… yes. It had a wooden box with some tacky note. It’s probably made of glass, dear.” She said, trying to lower her expectations, though Sam was already sold on it. She looked around for the box, imagining it to be a dark wood red felt lined case, something she thought most fancy items came in. it wasn’t. it was a small earring box with an old folded up note inside, an orange price sticker attached to it reading $15. She figured it was a deal for that price and brought the box back to the woman, “Is this it?” Sam held up the box. The woman nodded and walked over to one of the cash registers and rang her through.



In the parking lot, Sam sat in her car, just looking at the ruby choker as she held it in her hands, smiling to herself, giddy that she’d bought it for some reason. She put it on and started driving home, her mind wandering as she drove, thinking about how her older brother was going to take her to a haunted house later that day, and she was down right terrified. She’d always been a baby when it came to even tame horror things such as random bumps in the night, even as an adult, she hadn’t gotten over it, calling up her brother in the middle of the night to have him calm her down. She relied on him more than she thought was healthy, yet she didn’t try to change her behavior. She parked and headed up to her apartment, unlocking the door and stepping in, reaching for the light switch as a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing her wrist. Two things went through her mind: Who the hell is in my house? And I’m going to die! She screamed as she heard hysterical laughter, the light flipping on as her brother stood there in the dark, wearing some cheesy monster gloves he’d found. Sam wasn’t impressed and shoved him aside, heading to her room and locking the door. She’d forgotten that it was a Friday, the day her brother usually came into town from his job with the military a few hours away.



She clutched her chest, wondering if she was having a heart attack, her mind racing to that conclusion due to her family history as she shouted “You nearly gave me a heart attack! Jerk!” as she gasped, rushing to unclasp her bra, hoping it would relieve some of the tightness in her chest. A wave of relief washed over her as she felt her chest push outward, strange given her small B cup chest not really having any push to it, even when flattened against her body. She went into her bathroom and turned on the light, stunned when she saw a solid porn star sized rack staring back at her from under her shirt, “Woah…” she said, feeling them in her hands, stretching out her yellow shirt, her hoodie hanging to either side as she stared, gently rubbing her new expanse, almost mesmerized by it as she rubbed, feeling her inverted nipples through the fabric, “What the hell…?” she asked herself, not entirely put off by it, almost the exact opposite as she felt herself hardening in her panties, it was one of her major dreams to have a chest to be proud of, and her transition didn’t exactly give her much to look at, even taking as many supplements as she could afford left her with only a B cup.



She reached under her shirt, feeling the true heft in her hand, her breasts each overflowing her hand as she gently jiggled one, her pants feeling a bit restrictive as she bit her lip, weighing the risk of masturbating while her brother was around against the enjoyment she felt, eventually deciding to not blow her wad just yet, wanting to be truly huge before she did anything, but what had caused this spontaneous explosion of breast? She hesitantly lowered her hands, tucking her shirt under her bust, smiling at her reflection, looking a lot better than if she’d just left her shirt loose, now looking busty rather than fat. She zipped her Hoodie up as far as it would go, settling just a bit below her bust as she walked out to join her brother on the couch, lying down beside him, her head resting on his lap.



He looked down at her, then at her chest, “Uhh… Sam?” he asked, “Did you get a boob job?” he didn’t really show it, but she knew he was against her transition



“I’m just stuffing my shirt. I think I did a pretty convincing job.” She lied, trying to make it seem more like a tease. “Want to feel them?” She further taunted. He shook his head, looking back at the screen as a lets play video was unpaused, the two of them watching a few more before they headed out, hoping to make the first tour of the haunted attraction. It was held at an old farm out in the country, a half-hour drive filled with singing and just sharing eachother’s weeks and talking about their mother’s toxic boyfriend. They arrived at the farm, the parking lot pretty much empty except for about ten cars, most of their traffic would come later in the night. It was only barely getting dark out when the tour began, starting with the narrator character rambling through the fake history of the place, how it used to be not a normal farm, but a human farm. A man wearing next to nothing came charging out of the darkness, a thick metal collar attached to his throat held him back a few feet from the group, making Sam jump, covering her face as she backed into her brother, feeling her shirt starting to ride up. She slowly lowered her hands as they continued the haunted walk, reaching under her sweater to pull her shirt down, she noticed the extra tug on her chest. She was a quick girl, so she realized after the second tug what had happened. She’d grown nearly double again, her chest now filling her shirt, thankfully she had a hoodie that used to be three sizes too big men’s, or about four sizes too big for her currently.



Sam smiled, looking down at her growing cleavage as the tour continued, the group getting led onto a hay ride trailer, getting pulled by a tractor to the next ‘haunted location’, three more to go if she correctly remembered what her friend who used to volunteer there told her. She busied herself squishing her chest in her hands, blushing as she stiffened in her pants, thankfully wearing baggy jeans to hide her erection. As the trailer was slowly pulled along the forest trail, she heard a chainsaw rev up, a man covered in blood coming to attack the side of the trailer, and despite Sam knowing it wasn’t real, she couldn’t help but scream in fear, holding her brother’s arm for comfort as the wagon slowed down, arriving at a small cabin she remembered from a school field trip many years ago, only it looked dilapidated and abandoned, hopefully an aesthetic they’d chosen for the haunted house. Sam could feel her shirt now fully raised under her sweater, revealing cleavage where her sweater and shirt met, though thankfully it was finally dark enough for no one to see her smuggling two beach balls in her sweater, tightly packed as she slowed to the back of the group, having grown more than enough today, just wanting to find some place where she could enjoy her new size.



The cabin was alive with sounds as they passed through a purple lit room, a bunch of people either pretending to be mental patients, or zombies were rattling the chicken wire panels that had been set up. Sam slowly shuffled through the cramped feeling corridor, every now and again, a piece of the wire would catch her sweater, temporarily entangling her as she tugged against it, one of the hands reaching through and grabbing her wrist gently, pushing her away caused her heart to leap into her throat, for a split second, she believed the illusion and screamed in surprise as her chest swelled a bit further, the soft inside of her hoodie felt incredible against her exposed nipples, the sensation of growth only added to her pleasure as she rushed out of the building, barely fitting through the narrowed doorway, the pressure of her now monstrous breasts was slowly unzipping her hoodie as they made their way to the last stop



Sam’s thoughts started drowning out what was going on around her, even when the bloodied chainsaw wielder came out again, she was hardly startled, her attention now focused on cradling her chest and trying to stay modest, fidgeting with her clothing and zipping her sweater all the way up at the cost of the bottom quarter of her boobs poking out from under, still better than leaving it unzipping. The final stop was a small refreshment stand, only it was posing as a witch’s shop where Sam got a ‘free sample’ of their nightcrawlers, a bit of gummy worms in chocolate pudding with crushed cookie bits as the narrator character finished his bit, thanking everyone for coming and wishing them a safe drive home.



“So how did you like it?” her brother asked, her arm wrapped around his still, “You screamed more than anyone there.” He said, chuckling



“I… really liked it.” She said, smiling to herself, he was clearly unaware of what she’d been going through, “I might even go again next year.”



“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was fun to hear you scream like a girl.” He joked, elbowing her as they got in and drove back to her place.



“Umm… I have something to share with you before you go…” she said, taking his hand and placing it on her chest, his eyes widening when he noticed the huge expanse of cleavage leaking from almost every hole in her shirt



“Sam! What happened!?” he asked, pulling his hand back, “You’re huge!” She grinned, planting his hand back on her chest



“Your little sister isn’t so little anymore.” She said, hugging him and heading off, her chest visible from behind as she walked away, leaving him standing there stunned, his hand squeezing the air as his mind tried to process how his trans little sister had grown so fast in just one night.