Dana was the perfect college student. She was whip-smart, for a start, and had the looks to go along with it. Beautiful, raven hair, perfect blue eyes, a gorgeous, perky pair of 32Ds: Dana was beloved by pretty much everyone on campus. I say pretty much everyone, because there were 3 people who really didn’t share this love of Dana.

Jenny, Sandra and Marnie desperately wanted to, but they just couldn’t. Dana wouldn’t let them. She bullied, teased and cut them down at every opportunity. They couldn’t understand why – they wanted to be in Dana’s world, where everybody loved you, and everything was golden.

For someone looking at the scene from a distance, it was painfully obvious what was going on. Jenny, Sandra and Marnie all had breasts that scaled up in increasingly large sizes from Jenny to Marnie, so that if you had them all stand next to each other, it would look like an online store for what F, H and J-cup bras looked like.

Dana looked at these pretty, perky women with their pretty perky breasts with barely disguised hate. Sure, she was pretty and perky, but when she watched them go swimming or play volleyball, she would see their beautiful, full breasts bouncing and shaking no matter how many sports bras they strapped over them, and she would be shuddering with jealousy. It wasn’t fair. She almost had everything – why was she denied this?

It didn’t help that her mother Sally had breasts almost larger than Marnie’s – it was as if the whole world was trying to rub it in Dana’s face. Fine! So she didn’t have the biggest tits around! Why was everyone always running around showing off their superior boobs? Such hate pulsed through Dana’s body it almost scared her. But she kept it in control, pushed it down, every single day, only venting at occasional moments when she caught the three booby girls on their own, whereupon Dana would lash and call them “freaks” and “tit monsters” and anything else that came into her mind while the rage consumed her. Then she would run to the ladies restroom and hide in a cubicle and weep thick, wet tears down her cheeks as she looked at her comparatively small 32Ds and wish they were bigger. She wanted huge breasts so much it made her want to scream.

Then, one night, everything changed. You might wonder why the following events took place, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to tell you. It certainly isn’t going to seem fair, but life isn’t fair, and maybe that’s all we can take away from it.

Dana was lying frustrated in her room at home, having just spent an excruciating dinner looking at her mom’s gigantic breasts bulging through her blouse as she prepared dinner and looked after the baby. That was the real kicker – as soon as Sally had got pregnant with baby Sam, her breasts had grown and grown and grown, soon surpassing Dana’s and continuing to bulge larger and larger until they were around 32J, at Dana’s estimation. She hadn’t managed to get a proper look at the maternity bras Sally was using to support her gigantic, milky tits, but Dana didn’t need to see any labels to know that they were huge. Dana was more jealous than she could say.

She sat back on her bed, looking at her 32D breasts as they rose up and down on her chest as she breathed, imagining what they would look like if they were bigger. Dana closed her eyes, and placed her hands over her generous tits. As she breathed in and felt her chest inflate, she lifted her hands up, imagining her breasts following with her. Up and up her hands went, lifted up by her boobs’ imaginary expansion until they were towering over her, huge and fleshy and full and enormous. All the while Dana’s heart was pounding as she imagined this tantalising fantasy, her body pulsing with energy, sweat beginning to glisten as she fantasised…and then she opened her eyes.

Same old small boobs, no growth. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but not this. Dana turned the light off and went to bed.

**

The next morning, Dana awoke, turned over, and found a note on her bedside table. Frowning and rubbing her eyes, she opened it up and read the following message:

“Dana. You want breasts more than anyone I’ve ever encountered. Seriously. In all the time I have observed people you are the one who wants it the most. It is for this reason that I am granting you the power. You deserve it. Take the breasts of the 3 women you want the most. Choose wisely, and good luck.”

– Breast Goddess Yeri

Dana looked around for her mom – had Sally written this, trying to rub in just how much bigger her tits were?? Dana felt it was the kind of thing she’d do. She lay back in her button PJs and breathed out, her sleep-addled brain trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Even though the note was clearly fake, her heart was pounding like she’d never experienced before. Even the thought of this was utterly scintillating to her. And you know what – she did deserve it.

Dana closed her eyes, and thought of the first person she’d take the breasts from – Jenny. Jenny was an F-cup, two sizes up from Dana, and whenever she wore that stretchy red sweater she liked so much her swollen puppies would bounce around and take all the attention away from Dana. She had to even the score, or to at least try. Obviously this whole thing was insane, but…Dana couldn’t shake the passionate desire that was shooting through her body. To increase her bust while depriving someone else – it was everything she ever wanted.

She focused on Jenny, and immediately saw her in her mind’s eye getting dressed, going into the bathroom and brushing her teeth before heading off to college. Dana saw her bountiful tits wobbling and shaking under her PJs as she scrubbed back and forth. And Dana imagined, as forcefully and passionately as she could, those luscious, round, swollen boobs on her own chest, swelling up, filling her up, growing larger and more expansive with every breath she took.

Without even realising it, Dana’s hand slid down to her cunt and she started rubbing it, sliding her hand over her slick pussy, the other rubbing her D-cup breasts. Only they weren’t D-cups any longer. As Dana ran her free hand over her jugs, they began to swell, even as her vision of Jenny showed how that woman’s breasts were shrinking. Jenny didn’t notice, of course – how could she possibly know what was going on? Dana smiled to herself as her own breasts ballooned upwards, somehow growing larger and heavier with every moment as she magically siphoned off these formerly larger breasts for her own.

Dana felt her chest growing wider and heavier even as her eyes closed, and she could feel her own pajamas stretching and warping as the breastflesh beneath them increased and swelled. She was getting so big and heavy! She could feel the buttons buckle as the fabric stretched, and just as Jenny finished brushing her teeth the vision was over and Dana was caressing her swollen new mammaries and bringing herself to an explosive, powerful orgasm, her fat tits shaking and straining her top as she came, hard and fast.

Dana lay in bed for a moment, grinning.

This was going to be good.

**

Dana struggled to get the safety belt over her huge new boobs, which were at least – she estimated – three or four cup sizes larger than they’d been this morning. She’d spent a few minutes just marvelling as the scale of her fat new jugs, and then had quickly run into her mom’s bedroom, huge boobs wobbling, almost bursting out of her top, and swiped a bra while her mom was in the shower. It was an old one, so was only 32G, but Dana found her impressive new tits fit well – if a little snugly – into it. She’s then grabbed her tightest t-shirt, squeezed her boobs in so their curvature was grotesquely obvious and her boobs bulged out the top, and wobbled her way down to college.

Driving was more difficult now that she had so much chest to navigate, but she made it into college without much trouble, and set about searching for Jenny. It didn’t take long. She saw her standing by her locker, her pitiful B or C-cup breasts barely making a dent in her formerly tight red sweater.

“What’s up, flat bitch.” Dana whispered, walking up close and bulging her huge tits into Jenny. Before Jenny could say anything, she pushed past her, smashing her huge boobs into the person they used to belong to, and made her way into the first lecture of the day. Sandra should be there, and Jenny had some experimenting to do…

**

As the lecturer droned on, Dana struggled to get comfortable in the narrow rows of the lecture hall. Well, they felt narrow now that Dana had to squeeze her giant G-cups between her and her laptop. Why wasn’t there more space? The world wasn’t designed for someone as her big as her. Never mind. She was going to get a whole lot bigger before this was over.

Dana looked down at left, and saw Sandra take her seat, her impressive 32H tits straining a tight white tee that she was wearing. “Typical Sandra, trying to look all white and pure.” Thought Dana, her own black t-shirt really struggling to contain her enormous breasts. She loved how tight it was, and how much her boobs bulged over the top. She looked so freakin’ sexy.

It was time to see this spell in action – Dana couldn’t wait to see the look on Sandra’s face as she stole the only thing Sandra had that she didn’t – bigger boobs.

Once again Dana closed her eyes – resisting the urge to play with her cunt this time, given she was in public – and imagined Sandra, exactly where she was in the lecture hall, sitting and listening attentively to the speaker…but with much smaller breasts.

It happened much quicker this time, as Dana began to get accustomed to the way the spell worked. She’d have to get this Yeri a drink after this was all over. Dana began to imagine Sandra’s impressive H-cup breasts draining out of her body and flowing into her own, pumping her up, making her already huge breasts bigger and bigger, swelling outwards, stuffing her shirt to the max as they increased in size and weight, swelling up, bigger, bigger, bigger!

Dana almost moaned out loud as the process began, and her tits began to balloon once again. Sandra was frowning and writing as her fat tits hung down below the desk, but immediately Dana could see them shrinking and reducing as the massive bags of flesh began to become her own. It was an intensely pleasurable experience as Sandra’s boobs shrunk and reduced, all the while Dana was getting bigger and bigger. She could feel her own skin tighten along with her shirt as her breasts pumped up and up. She couldn’t believe how huge and heavy they looked in her mind’s eye, as the stitching in her shirt began to pull apart due to the sheer size of her new, ballooning breasts.

And still they grew. Even as Sandra’s tits sizzled down to a mere mounds, Dana’s already monstrous breasts swelled forwards, groaning bigger and bigger until she felt a pressure in the underside where no breast should be and she opened her eyes to see a truly shocking sight – her breasts had swollen so large they were now resting on the bench where her laptop was. They were gigantic, at least K-cups, massive round beasts that felt like they were as large and heavy as her head.

Dana leant back, feeling the huge, heavy swell of her boobs, which were hugely too large for her pitiful bra, and smiled. Sandra hadn’t noticed how tiny her tits were. But she’d soon see how big Dana was. Not that she was done yet. There was one more stop she had to make.

Getting out of the lecture theatre was a lot more difficult than getting in, as Dana’s breasts were now prohibitively large. They bulged out in front of her what felt like 10 inches, taking up so much space that she looked like an overinflated porn star. Her bra was comically straining, her breasts bulging up over the top, and her shirt riding up over her flat belly, looking like it was going to burst at any moment. She could see her fat tits bulging through the straining fabric, and didn’t dare squeeze them together (even though she was desperate to caress their beautiful mass), in case she burst out of her clothes all together.

Waddling down the hall, feeling like her tits were going to pull her down to the floor if she didn’t fight them, Dana made her way to the locker rooms. She knew that her final target – the huge, J-cup breasted Marnie – was playing volleyball, so she knew exactly where she was going to get her new outfit from. Sure, Marnie’s loose button blouse wasn’t the sexiest thing around, but when Dana crammed her gigantic mammaries into it, that would be a different story.

Dana squeezed her way into the locker room, amazed at how hard it was to navigate a normal, human school now that she had these enormous balloons on her chest, and made her way to Marnie’s locker. She picked this lock so many times it was second nature to her, but this time she had to contend with the colossal breasts that threatened to block her vision at every moment. It was a challenge, but she got the thing open, and then, just for fun, arched her back and burst open her black shirt, the straining fabric finally tearing apart and falling to bits around her. Dana took one look at her impossibly large breasts, spilling out of her mom’s bra, and took that off, too. This was going to be all natural.

**

Dana moved carefully to the volleyball field, and stood where she could see the game. Marnie was there, her blue vest barely concealing her tremendous J-cup jugs that she was still somehow able to play sports with. If Dana wasn’t consumed by greed she’d have admitted this was impressive. But she was, so immediately as Marnie played Dana imagined her in her mind’s eye, and started the spell for the last time.

This time it happened really quickly, and Dana could feel her breasts expanding and swelling, so rapidly it was almost scary. Her boobs were growing quickly and massively, and she wasn’t quite sure how to stop it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop it. As Marnie jumped around the sand, spiking balls and making saves, she barely noticed that her once-huge boobs were shrinking down to the size of tennis balls, all the while Dana’s chest was reaching grotesque proportions.

Dana quickly realised she’s bitten off more than she could chew as her first button burst off almost immediately. Her breasts were tightly packed into the clingy shirt, but as they grew they made a mockery of its attempts to hem them in, and began to bulge through the button gaps in a mass of swelling flesh. Dana could scarcely close the floodgates as almost all of Marnie’s breasts poured into her, and her tits surged forwards, already larger than her head, approaching the size of the very volleyball that Marnie was playing with. They pumped up, bigger and bigger, straining her shirt well beyond its limits, as more buttons popped off up into the sky. Dana tried so hard not to finger herself as her breasts expanded beyond her wildest dreams, swelling from the already giant size of 32K to what felt like N-cups and beyond. Dana thrilled at the thought that she was now too large to be categorised by bra makers, and wondered where on earth she was going to get support from now that her tits were so impossibly big.

But still they grew, popping button after button until the massive sea of flesh almost spilled out and Dana practically stood there naked. But the shirt held. Just. Marnie carried on playing, blissfully unaware that she new sported tiny D-cup breasts, the very size Dana had started this day as, while Dana was a breast goddess of her own, more boob than woman.

But it wasn’t enough. Would it ever be enough?

Dana waddled towards her car, barely able to see the floor in front of her, willing her shirt to hold her titanic mammaries just a few moments longer. Getting into her car was a challenge, as simply moving in the world with tits this big – more than twice the size of her head – was deliciously difficult. Dana didn’t even try putting her safety belt on and she drove home – her tits almost pushing into the steering while, they were so enormous. They would have to act as her airbags.

When she got back, she tottered upstairs, ignoring her mother, and flopped onto her bed. It creaked and groaned as if a whale had been slapped down upon it, and as Dana rolled onto her back, she marvelled at how hard it was to breathe with that mass of breast heaved on top of her. She was so big it was almost hard to calculate. But she wanted more. She rolled onto her side, her monstrous mamaries almost smashing over the bedside lamp, and grabbed the piece of paper she’d found there this morning. The one that had changed everything.

“Please one more steal, please one more steal” she wheezed to herself, feeling her whole, enormous body throbbing with need, the greed almost overwhelming her.

She felt a glow inside her, and knew instinctively that her request had been answered. Her heart pounding beneath the huge boobs that rested atop it, Dana rolled onto her back and imagined the one person who’d made her feel the worst all these years, and a vision of her mom downstairs watching TV filled her brain. Her humongous, milky tits swelled up and down as she breathed, and Dana began to take them for herself.

Mimicking the vision she’d had last night – wow, that was only last night! – Dana rested her hands on her gigantic tits, shocked that she could barely reach on top of them, and started the spell.

Almost immediately, her shirt, that was basically a bad joke by this stage – burst open, and her preposterous tits rested high and proud on her tiny-looking body. And as her mom flicked idly through the channels, her massive, milky, J-cup tits started to slowly deflate, even as her daughter’s boobs reached impossible proportions.

Dana’s tits grew and grew, spreading out higher and wider than she’d ever thought possible, her nipples growing erect as her gigantic breasts spread upwards towards the ceiling.

“This is it” she thought, as her tits reached inhuman proportions as she stretched and swelled larger and larger. She was barely able to breathe by this stage, but still she stole, watching her mom’s chest deflate and dribble down to tiny little lumps as her own jugs reached about 4 x the size of her head. They were too huge for her to reach with her hands, but as she hugged their titanic masses she felt a sprinkling on her face as they sprayed a fine film of liquid down on her.

Dana opened her eyes. Milk! She’d stolen her mom’s ability to produce milk too. How interesting.

Dana reached up towards her towering, wobbling mammaries, that now took up most of her view and were genuinely terrifyingly large, full and swollen, so much so that they looked like they were about to pop, and gave them another solid squeeze. Glistening white milk dribbled out of those erect teats, so far away from her atop these wobbling mountains.

She was too big. That much was clear. Dana wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to live a normal life with a chest like this. But right now, at this moment, she didn’t care. Yeri the Breast Goddess had chosen well, Dana reasoned.

Now, however, it was time to enjoy her spoils.

Dana reached one hand up to the huge, wobbling side of her breast, and slipped the other down between her legs. This was going to take some getting used to, but Dana was more than up for the challenge.

She reckoned she was just about big enough. For now.