Monday, 18th June

I’m writing this on Monday evening. Monday’s been the worst day so far. I was running low on clothes, so I picked this large, button shirt that I figured couldn’t possibly be a problem. I strapped my tits into the largest bra I had, which was some ludicrous number I can’t even remember (I can’t check, because I no longer have it) and I waddled into class.

Everyone stares at me now. How can they not? Even this morning, my tits were bigger than my head, and wobble and jiggle obscenely whenever I walk. I mean, I wish I didn’t love them so much. They’re so soft and squishy and huge. God, I’m getting distracted again. My nipples are massive and constantly erect, no matter how much I try and pad the bra so people can’t see. Also I don’t want to pad it too much, because anything I do that makes my boobs look bigger…well, that’s like pouring petrol on a fire.

Anyway. I’m in class. And I made the fatal mistake of looking at Mark. He’s staring back at me, and I can only imagine what he sees. Well, I don’t have to imagine in, I’ve seen what I look like in profile. A cartoon of a woman, with breasts that curve obscenely out in front of me. But he looked so good, diary, and I smiled back, my breasts spreading down and crushing my laptop beneath them.

And I started to grow. Right there in the lecture. Maybe it was because I was horny (but then, I’m always horny, these days) maybe it was because I thought too much about Mark’s dick…oh god I’m wet. But I started to grow. Right there. I could feel my ass spreading out wider and wider beneath me, threatening to bulge into the people either side of me. People generally gave me a wide berth because of how huge I was now, but this was a busy class, so we were all squeezed up together.

My huge shirt began to grow tight as my breasts inflated. I could feel the buttons start to stretch as the shirt began to buckle. I was getting huge. Even more huge than I was already accustomed to. My ass spread out wider and larger under my skirt, my thighs bulging into each other. I tried to stop it, but I could feel liquid dripping from my throbbing cunt. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do.

Still I grew.

My boobs were so massive now, they were crushing my laptop, moving forwards in front of me, taking up so much room. They were practically brushing into the head of the guy in front of me. I was massive. Absolutely massive. And it was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever experienced. The more I grew, the hornier I got. The hornier I got, the more I grew. It was a vicious cycle, with me at the center, swell and groaning the whole while.

I could see Mark’s eyes grow wide as my top started to stretch beyond capacity. My boobs were so huge now they were like balloons, being filled up at the tap. I couldn’t see anything except the massive expanse of flesh growing in front of me. My top was going to burst, I could feel it. I had to get out of there.

I stood up, almost topping over at the massive amount of flesh that lay strapped to my chest. My boobs bulged and bounced into everyone in the row as I slowly waddled out of there, bouncing my way to the bathroom where I fingered my dripping pussy into oblivion. I came so many times, I lost count. The bathroom floor was dripping when I was done. And god it felt so good.

I barely recognise myself. And I love it.

Tuesday, 19th June

Tuesday feels like a day where nothing important could possibly happen, y’know? Like when does important stuff happen? Not on a Tuesday, that’s for sure. Well that is not the case for me, diary. This was the most incredible day I’ve ever had. I write this now, propped up in bed, with the most unbelievable body you can imagine. I don’t know if whatever’s happening to me is done, but I know that today was…well, I’ll tell you.

After yesterday and almost bursting in front of everyone, I took precautions. I strapped my ladies in (and they were about twice the size of my head this morning, so let me tell you that took some doing) and wore a huge shirt and hoody over them. Even so the massive size of my breasts was abundantly clear, and even though people are used to seeing me with huge tits, the fact that I keep growing means every day people show up to see how big I’ve gotten. I get it. I look amazing. If they’re even a tenth as turn on by my amazing body as I am, then they’re having a good time.

My thighs are so huge now they are constantly pressed together, no matter what I do. It’s like my own set of cleavage in my legs. My ass is gigantic. I can’t find clothes to properly fit it. I just have to show off some of it and be done with it. But anyway. I need to get to the point before I have to rush off and play with myself again. I’m dripping in bed, that much is true. I’m always dripping now.

So I get into class, and I have done everything I can to protect myself. I have provided tissue downstairs to deal with the dripping. I’ve decided: I’m gonna focus on my work, I’m gonna keep my immense growth to a minimum.

And then I see Mark. It’s a warm day, so he’s wearing a vest and his arms are on display, and immediately I start to drip. I can feel it. I’m like a snail, leaving a trail. And I start to grow.

Part of me know it’s coming, but I also felt like I can’t get any bigger, right? Wrong. I start to expand, right there and then. But also I am so horny. I know I’ve written about this before, and you think you know what I mean diary, but this is something else. This is a powerful force the likes of which I have never known. I don’t even know if I can leave my seat to address it, this time. It is powerful and immediate, and straight away one of my hands sneaks down towards my dripping cunt.

This is harder than it used to be, because my ass has grown so full, and my thighs so thick that there’s no much room under the desk to reach myself. But I rest my hand over my cunt, while I lean on the other, trying to look like I’m listening. My breasts are so ridiculously huge by this point that they just bulge straight into the desk, thankfully covering my wandering hand from prying eyes. If my tits get much bigger, I’m just going to be able to use them as a pillow and go to sleep. They start swelling. I’m so horny I barely even notice.

I watch as Mark opens his laptop and starts writing. I see the little muscles, the ones that people don’t normally notice, flex and tense on his arms as he writes. I knew about the big muscles he’s got, but these little ones really appeal to me for some reason. My hand starts to get pressed into the base of the desk as my ass and thighs grow bigger and bigger. I’ve never known them to expand at this rate. And my hand is pressed into my cunt, where it was resting above.

And that is that. The pleasure I feel at the contact of hand and pussy erupts around my brain, and I start to pulsate. That’s the only word I can use for it, diary. My body starts to pulsate, and my breasts are expanding, and my thighs and ass are growing, and I am dripping wet despite the tissues, and I have to come right there.

The lecture is droning on about math and whatever, but all I care about is biting my lip and bringing myself to climax. My hand is pressed down into my dripping cunt as my body expands. My boobs are so huge they’re covering what I’m doing, and the bigger they grow, the more pressure is put down on my hand, which is working my clit like nobody’s business. It feels – and don’t think this is hyperbole here – like the most amazing thing I’ve ever known.

And still I’m growing. My hoody is bulging outwards, my breasts are now much wider than I am, spreading onto the desks next to me, my hoody stretching and straining to try and contain their epic bulk. My t-shirt is shuddering and straining against the onslaught.

I can’t stop myself. I am fingering myself in class. I am hoping no one notices what I am doing beneath my humungous boobs, but I am past the point of caring. Pleasure is shooting through my system as I close my eyes and imagine Mark’s big dick inside me, and then I am cumming and growing and ejaculating, and silencing myself all at once. It’s like a bellows is pumping me up as I bite my lip and orgasm, there and then. I can’t let the energy out of me in the normal form of gasping and crying, so I internalise it, hold it in, and…it makes me grow. My thighs pump outwards, my ass blows up and my tits start to rupture my huge hoody. I grow a few inches outwards in a few seconds. My face is flushed red.

And then I’m done. It’s an incredible moment, but I didn’t get the release I wanted. I need more. I’m so huge I can barely move, but I squeeze myself out of my seat, where a massive damp patch is now covering the chair, and bulge down the row towards Mark. He can see me coming, looming towards him like an inflated balloon mascot, all curves and bulges, and grins. He knows what’s coming.

I’m literally leaking on the floor, dripping into people as I climb over them. I don’t care. I would offer any one of them my pussy right now, except Mark’s the one. I know he is. This is going to be spectacular.

I tumble off the row, almost falling over, my huge ass sticking up in the air, my colossal tits smashing into Mark. He holds me up. Barely. Thank god for those muscular arms.

And then he’s dragging my down the corridor to the bathroom and we lock the door and he’s appraising me from a distance, like a hungry tiger. He’s looking at my huge ass which is unable to be covered by my skirt. The top of it is just resting on my epic cheeks, which have long since swallowed my underwear.

I’m dripping on the floor in anticipation. Even though I’ve just come, I’m ready to go again. So ready.

My hips and thighs are so much wider than I’m used to. They take up so much space. My clothes don’t fit. How am I ever going to find clothes to fit this?

And my breasts. How do I even describe my breasts. They’re like zeppelins, but rounder, stuffing my entire hoody to its max. It looks like I’ve taken a couple of balloons and overfilled them at the gas, so that they’re wobbling and fit to burst at any moment.

Then:

“Take off your hoody.” It’s a request, but also we’re so horny it’s basically a command. I do so, without hesitation, but with difficulty. My boobs are so huge and my hoody is so tight it’s a 2-person job. I can feel his breath on me as we wrestle with the clothes.

Eventually, there I am, my boobs almost tearing my huge white t-shirt apart. A canyon of cleavage spreading down. I am the biggest thing any of us has ever seen. And we both want each other more than words can say.

I’m so huge and horny writing this, diary, propped up in our bed, with boobs like beanbags, but I have to finish.

He bent me over the sink, and filled me with his huge cock, and then – only then – did I know true joy. My cunt was already dripping on the floor, but when he entered me, I began spraying fluid. His cock was so huge and powerful, yet I was so wet it was the easiest thing in the world. My boobs bulged against the sink as they continued to grow. I could feel my butt pressing into him. My tits were lifting me upwards as they expanded. And still we fucked. Growing and crying out and experiencing transcendence together.

And then I came.

I don’t have the words to tell you what that was like. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. A white hot, all-encompassing pleasure exploded inside me, and I almost lost consciousness.

There’s not much more to tell. Mark took me home (I could barely walk) and I’m in bed, and too huge for words. If I get much bigger, I’m not going to be able to leave this bed. My breasts reach down to just above my cunt. My ass and hips are almost as wide as my boobs, which is pretty damn wide. I’m still incredibly wet.

But I’ve got to go, diary. Mark’s getting out of the shower now, and even if it means I’m going to carry on growing, it’s time to show him what this body can do.

It’s been a big week, diary. Hell of a big week.

Jess xx