Dean drummed his fingers against the table, waiting for something, anything to happen. All around him, fancy society types in expensive clothes strolled past, clinking champagne glasses and making facile smalltalk. This wasn’t the place for him; he was only here because he’d gotten free tickets. One of his friends “couldn’t go”, so he thought he was doing her a favour taking them off her hands. It was only later that he found out she was faking it to set him up on a date! Last time he did anyone any favors.

His suit was ill-fitting, and he felt hot and uncomfortable. At least the food and the booze was good – very good in fact – and very, very free. That was appreciated, even if the wait staff on shift tonight looked like they were having a terrible time. Dean had never seen someone actually click their fingers at a waiter before. Now he never wanted to see it again. He put his head in his hands, and despaired of the world.

His despair was such that he started putting on his suit jacket, ready to leave, when he felt a shadow looming over him. Instinctively, he turned around, to be met with an astonishing sight.

In front of him, in dazzling makeup, 4 inch heels, and what can only be described as a cow-print sweater dress, was the most incredibly large-busted girl he had ever seen. Her dress was tight fitting, to make sure it made the most of her stupendous assets, but even so, her tits thrust out in front of her like two huge water balloons, and looked to be about the size of her head. Her dress was warping around the huge mammaries, just about holding them in place, but there was something freakish about the size, and how the woman didn’t quite know what to do with them. It was like she was a little drunk.

“Hey, stud. I’m your date.”

The way she talked, it was like she was here, but also slightly on another planet. Dean debated calling a cab for her there and then, but then she rested a huge tit on his shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek. He could feel the weight and heft of the massive breast as it sunk into his shoulder, and through the monstrous bra that was holding the flesh in place, he could feel a hard, erect nipple.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” She whispered in his ear, before plopping her enormous form on the chair next to him. The chair creaked as she sat on it, but the extra weight was taken by the table, as her colossal tits, which Dean estimated were roughly the size of her head, blobbed out in front and took up many inches of room. They were currently crushing her plate and cutlery, but the huge-titted woman hadn’t noticed yet. Then she turned to face him, and her enormously hefty right breast took out the empty glass next to her, causing it to clatter onto the carpet.

“Whoops”, she giggled, her tits wobbling madly as she did so. She raised a hand to her mouth to look coy, but her hand simply bounced off her huge bust on the way up. She looked down at her tits, confused for a moment, as if she couldn’t believe just how big they were. Dean was experiencing a similar feeling.

“Here, I’ll get your glass.” He offered, but it was too late. The woman had hauled her massive frame to her feet, her breasts bulging out in front of her like mad, and hitched the bottom of her sweater dress up, before bending over to grab the glass.

Too late, she realised what she’d done, and cursed herself. But she was down there, so she grabbed the glass, and then hurried back to her seat without turning around. There was a newfound sobriety in her eyes, and she placed the glass far from her expansive bust, and even shifted the chair back a little so that her tits weren’t fully resting on the table.

“So, um, I’m Dean. You know Mark and Abi?”

The lady nodded, pulling her dress down unnecessarily, particularly as it seemed the most fabric was needed around her boobs, which were pouring forth and stretching the upper half of her dress. It was at this point that Dean noticed she was wearing a very tight belt around her midriff, almost as if she wanted to hold things in.

As Dean watched, he could see the belt appear to dig into the flesh around the lady’s middle, as if it was tightening. The lady was looking ahead, fear in her eyes, trying desperately to think of something to say, but it soon became apparent to Dean that she was changing in front of him. She was getting taller, it looked like, because she was rising in the chair. There was a lighting fixture in the wall behind him that was slowly being eclipsed by the top of her head, and there was no possible explanation for this. Dean couldn’t believe it was happening.

But as he looked, he could see the dress being pulled downwards, not to mention the belt seeming to tighten, and he suddenly realised what was happening. Somehow, impossibly, this woman was gaining weight. Rapidly, in front of his eyes. A small, adorable degree of chubb was spreading out over the top of the belt, and was splodging either side of it, as the belt disappeared a little into her swelling belly.

On the other hand, her dress was being pulled south by the expansion of her ass, which Dean could see now was swelling bigger and bigger. The lady was rising in her seat, as her ass grew more and more expansive, and Dean could not believe this was happening, nor did he know what to do about it. He could see the woman move her legs further and further apart, and come to the conclusion that her thighs were growing too – what kind of date had he been set up on??

After the woman raised herself in her chair another two inches, and the scale of her butt almost appeared to match her breasts, the expansion appeared to stop, and she came to her senses. She smoothed her dress down, which was looking very tight indeed, and signalled a waiter with no small amount of charm.

“What can I get you both?” He asked, trying not to look at the frankly ridiculous appendages that were bursting forth. Most of the room was attempting to do the same.

“I’ll have a White Russian, please.” Dean said. It was his favorite drink.

“I’ll have what he’s having.” The lady responded, smiling at Dean and closing her menu.

The waiter left, almost looking back in amazement. Dean looked over at his date. This was certainly getting interesting.

“Melody.” She smiled, offering her hand. Dean shook it, trying his best not to let his sweaty palms give him away. “Dean.” He replied.

They got to talking – Dean talked a lot when he was nervous, and the sheer enormity of Melody’s breasts was making him pretty nervous indeed – and he found he liked her, a lot. There were times when she spaced out, which Dean found weird, but when she was in the room, they got on just great. Then the drinks arrived.

“Great, thanks.” Dean smiled to the waiter, surreptitiously giving him a $5 bill. It wasn’t much, but it was all Dean had. He nodded at Dean, making him feeling better about the whole situation.

“Cheers.” Dean smiled, raising his glass and clinking it with Melody’s. Her breasts looked absolutely magnificent.

She took a sip, and immediately frowned. Then the glazed look came over her face again. But this time she fought against it. It looked like she was trying to control it, this time. Whatever it was. She looked like she wanted to change the subject, talk about anything else. Dean was happy to oblige. Her tits were making him too horny to think.

“So, uh, movies. What’s your favorite movie?”

When he said the word it was like she’d been jabbed by a cattle prod, her hands gripping the table, her eyes going wide. And before Dean’s eyes, she started to bulge. Her hands clasped the sides of the chairs now, but her breasts, her breasts started to stretch outwards, and suddenly whatever bra she’d purchased to hold these monstrosities in, it wasn’t going to be enough. Her tits started to inch outwards towards the table, the dress being pulled up and up by her engorging mammaries. For they weren’t just growing, they appearing to be getting heavier with each inch they expanded outwards. Her bra was still holding her preposterous melons in place, but even so they were starting to hang down against her belly as they grew larger and heavier, and the dress was starting to stretch very thin over their enormous scale.

“Oh shit, you had to say it, didn’t you – don’t repeat it.” Melody said, through gritted teeth. “You’ve really gone and done it now. Jesus, I’m so full.”

“Full?” Dean asked, knowing she meant her swelling hooters, which were stretching larger by the second, but not knowing how or why this was happening.

“Oh god, I’m going to burst. You have to help me.” She muttered, holding onto the chair for dear life as it creaked and groaned, and her breasts inched forwards. Now they were truly gigantic, pressing into the table, almost pushing the whole thing backwards as they bulged forth, spreading towards the opposite side as if their lives depended on it.

“We need to get somewhere private, now.” Melody muttered, as her tits began to crest twice the size of her head. The way they were hanging down and quadboobing over her already huge bra, Dean could see the urgency of the situation, so took her arm and helped her waddle towards the exit.

“I’ll call you a cab.” Dean offered.

“Too slow. Restroom.” She struggled, as her tits pulled her dress up way beyond the knees. At this rate she was going to be flashing the rest of the party before she even made it to the bathroom.

In front of them stood the disabled bathroom, and although Dean didn’t feel good about using it, he reasoned they needed the space, and the privacy. He opened the door, and ushered Melody inside.

As soon as they were in there and the door was closed, Melody began gasping with strain, and immediately began pulling her dress off. She removed her heels, taking her down from 6ft to 5’7, and pulled the skin tight garment up over her colossal mammaries. Seeing her in her underwear was an astonishing sight for Dean. Her breasts arched out in front of her like two beach balls, definitely twice the size of her head, and pouring out of her bra, which itself looked like a marvel of structural engineering.

Her nipples were huge and engorged, and were peeking over the bulging cups of the bra, surrounded by huge, dark areolae. Thick networks of veins criss-crossed her tits, and they just looked so…overfull.

“Ok, I’m gonna cut to the chase, Dean. You need to milk me.”

Dean gulped, and moved forwards. Everything about this night had been insane.

“Over the sink. I want to catch some of this stuff.”

This just got weirder and weirder.

“Uh, ok?” Dean replied, directing her monstrous form to the sink. Everytime he touched her, she tingled with arousal, and her breasts swelled larger. They were wider than she was now, and stuffed like melons. Dean stood behind her, desperately hoping his boner wouldn’t give him away, and began to squeeze.

Immediately, Melody started to squeal, and her breasts began to convulse. Thick, hot jets of milk blasted into the stoppered sink, and it began to fill with with the viscous liquid. All the while Melody was rubbing her humongous boobs and squeezing them along with Dean, tweaking her nipples and shooting extra bursts of liquid out. It was an intense experience. The bra hung just below her nips, and was holding her tits in place.

“Ok fuck it. Watch this.” Melody cried, and Dean knew she was off in her fantasy land again. She smiled at him over her shoulder, and buried her head in the sink, slurping and gulping down milk while it was underwater. Bubbles rose to the surface. Dean didn’t say a word. He had no idea what was going to happen.

But then he felt it. The first stages of the growth.

While Melody’s head was still underwater, her ass began to expand. Her hips were already wide, maybe 40 inches, but now they were stretching, along with her butt and thighs, which were all expanding. Her ass was bulging into Dean’s crotch, and Melody could clearly feel his boner, as she began rubbing it up and down with her swelling ass, allowing her monstrous cheeks to roll over it, occasionally trapping its considerable girth between them.

Eventually she removed her head from the milk, but didn’t turn around.

“This is going to be big.” She smiled, as her butt continued to swell into him. Dean could see her stomach slightly chubb up around the waist, as little muffin tops began to form over the top of her underwear. But her panties were soon eclipsed by the enormous cheeks that were bulging away from them, swallowing them up between them like a greedy mouth.

Then Melody turned, and stood side on, so Dean could see her in profile. Now that she was shorter, her breasts looked even bigger, and in profile they legitimately looked like beach balls, like the biggest, most swollen breasts anyone had ever seen. And they were swelling larger with each second that passed, as that insane milk did the rounds through her body. Her tits were already bursting her bra apart, but now they just bulldozed over it, as it slipped down beneath both epic curves of tit and hung limply around her slightly larger stomach. All the while, her breasts swelled forwards, no longer held in place, and bulged bigger, and bigger.

All the while Dean could see them start to refill with milk. Her butt was stretching behind her, her breasts in front of her, and even as they expanded towards the ground, they got wider and heavier as they went, and Dean knew it was more milk. What else could it be? They were now taking up most of Melody’s torso, and were so wide they met entirely in the middle. There was almost no part of her upper body that was visible, and when Melody eventually stood face-on, that was it. All tit.

“Ok, I’m going to explode in less than a minute, so that’s how long you have to come.” She said, and began to massage her preposterous mammaries. It was true, they were nearly three times the size of her head, and were starting to almost obscure her crotch. They were absolutely stuffed full of milk, and Dean could see little rivulets of white liquid dribbling from the end of her engorged nipples.

Immediately, he whipped out his cock and started masturbating. He knew it wasn’t going to take long. He was already insanely turned on, and with this impossible vision before him, it was going to be a matter of seconds.

“Better hurry, I’m so big.” Melody moaned, and as Dean opened his eyes, it was like she’s stepped towards him. But she hadn’t. Her breasts had just stretched another few inches and were almost touching him. They loomed like zeppelins over his dwarfed cock.

“I’m going to pop.” Melody murmured, chewing over the word and letting it slip out from between her huge lips. “10….9.”

Dean masturabted furiously, blood flowing through his system. He was so turned on, this was the biggest, most incredible woman he’d ever seen. And she was still growing!

“8…7…”

Dean felt his cock throb with excitement, as another dribble of milk escaped Melody’s impossibly overstuffed boobs. She was pressing them from either side with her hands, and they were bulging into each other crazily. There was barely any give. She was completely full.

“6…5…”

She was carrying on talking, but her voice was taking on the tone of someone transported to another world. Dean looked at her face, and she was in paroxysms of joy, caressing and rubbing her titanic breasts, breasts that were rapidly taking up all the space in the bathroom.

“4…3…”

Dean’s cock was ready to blow. Everywhere he looked was tit. They were almost upon him. Inching closer, getting larger. They were almost as big as she was now – her top half entirely tit.

“2…1…”

“That’s right, Dean, come for me. Come on my impossible tits.”

And Melody started to hum a soft, gentle tune, as her weather balloon breasts exploded with milk. Shots of lactation fired into Dean’s chest, as he began to come in turn. His face and body were showered with milk, as Melody hummed her song, eyes closed, head in another dimension. Her impossible breasts kept spraying, kept shooting milk all over him, even as they appeared to grow larger. It was hard to tell now. They seemed bigger than Melody was.

Dean ejaculated more than he thought possible, coming again and again, firing thick, hot jizz all over Melody. Not that she would notice. Milk was everything, covering both of them, and her breasts were pressing into him now, smothering him with their thick warmth as he continued to come.

And then he was done, both of them were done, both were utterly, completely spent, and they collapsed to the floor. Dean rested his head on one of Melody’s preposterous boobs, and stroked her hand as lay there, dazed and confused, but utterly delighted.

He’d have to thank Abi for this one.

He would really, really have to thank her.