Commission for nillotampoco. Brief at the bottom.



Angelica crossed her legs awkwardly. They were very long and toned, and rested gracefully over each other. They ran beautifully from her tight denim shorts, which lay at the base of a reasonably loose-fitting t-shirt. She dangled her flip-flop off her left foot, in an attempt to stay casual and sexy. She looked incredible. But inside her chest, her heart was pounding. She really liked this guy. And he’d have to know.

Angelica was very tall and slim. She had no breasts to speak of. But she had a…tic. When she got aroused. She’d only been on two dates with Brad. Both times it had been dark, and she’d worn loose clothes. She didn’t want to freak him the fuck out. But it was time to step up. She liked Brad a lot. Plus she really wanted to fuck him.

She leaned back in the chair, sipping her coffee. The place was fairly quiet, not too many customers around, staff that minded her own business. She’d chosen it specially. She started thinking about what Brad would be wearing…a stopped her train of thought as her chest began to get tight. How on earth was she going to-ohmygod he was here.

Brad stepped through the glass doors, and smiled. Angelica’s chest tightened almost instantly. He looked great. Tanned and in really good shape. She could see the muscles on his arms through his t-shirt. Her heart started to beat really fast. Too soon. This was too soon. She reached for the bag containing her hoody, but stopped. She had to learn to control it. As she reached her arm back, the tightness in her chest was diminishing.

Brad grabbed a coffee, and sat down in front of her, smiling. Angelica smiled back, and went to say hello. Before she could, she looked down to see the outline of his dick pressing into the edge of his shorts. It was huge. Sweat began to bead on Angelica’s brow, as slowly, surely, inevitably, her chest began to bulge outwards.

She could feel the tightness inside her, and her boobs began to swell, slowly growing bigger and bigger as the arousal spread through her. Ever since her 19th birthday, this had been her curse. The more turned on she’d gotten, the bigger her breasts grew. There’d been some very close calls, but she’d always made it out with clothes just about intact. She had no idea how big they could get, but she’d seen them grow very big in the past. She never wore clothes when she watched porn. But she was sick of hiding. A lot of guys loved big tits, so tits that grew bigger should be just as good, right? That would be enough to stop Brad being creeped out by something so weird, right? Right?!

All these thoughts and more coursed through her mind as she felt her breasts slowly expand. She’d known enough not to wear a bra, but even she was struck by how turned on she was. She’d gotten so used to not experiencing arousal in public for fear of bursting out of her clothes, that bottling it up was a regular and depressing routine. But every time she repressed, her breasts grew larger more quickly the next time. On the bus a few weeks back, she’d almost popped her work blouse open when she’d spotted a hot guy bend over to pick up his bag. Her breasts had ballooned outwards and put immense strain on her shirt, but she thought some profoundly unsexy thoughts and her clothes had just about stayed intact. They always took much longer to go back to normal though. She’d been wobbling, huge-busted down the street to that job interview, turning heads all the way. Got the job though, so it wasn’t all bad.

Now she could feel it all happening again. It was powerful. She’d picked a loose t-shirt, but it was already stretching as her tits swelled outwards, growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. The real problem was that she found the whole thing so inherently arousing, that the very act of her breasts ballooning turned her on, only accelerating the whole process.

Angelica smiled at Brad as he talked, not hearing a word coming out of his mouth. Trying to not draw his attention, she looked down, to see two large orbs bulging from her chest. Her shirt was tightening with every passing moment, and her tits swelled out a good four inches in front of her now, and weren’t slowing down. It must be incredibly obvious. She would have checked Brad’s dick for signs of arousal, but to even think about that was a bad idea. Too late! Dammit!

Her tits bulged forwards another inch at the thought, protruding really obviously (Angelica thought) from her slender frame. Brad’s eyes hadn’t moved from her face though, which was a good thing, though she could feel herself burning up with embarrassment, as her breasts visibly swelled at the base of her eyeline. It was like two vacuum cleaner bags were slowly being inflated on her chest, as her tits, so round, large and firm, slowly bulged bigger and bigger, filling up her shirt.

She leant back, trying to play it cool, but her growing bust made that very difficult, visibly wobbling and growing. Her shirt was loose no longer, being filled with two large, jiggling tits, that were only getting bigger and harder to manage as each second passed by. Angelica felt her nipples rub against the tightening fabric, and the whole thing shot javelins of arousal around her body – her nipples hardened, growing more prominent, and her breasts surged forwards.

Her tits were so large and round now, like two bowling balls attached to her thin frame, and for the first time, Angelica saw Brad’s eyes flick down to her growing chest. Instantly, they popped back up. She was bright red.

“Are you, ok? You look a little…um” He looked concerned. But not too concerned. Trying to look anywhere but Brad’s face, Angelica’s eyes moved around the room, but couldn’t help falling upon Brad’s cock, which was growing larger by the second, clearly aroused by her massive, growing tits. It was the worst thing she could have done.

Biting her lip, Angelica sat back and closed her eyes. Bolts of arousal shot through her brain, and she could feel her already large breasts getting larger. It was too late for the hoody now. She was in too deep. The skin was stretching, her nipples were growing, and her t-shirt was getting tighter and tighter as her already massive breasts bounced and jiggled on her slender torso, swelling and bulging bigger and bigger as she thought of Brad and his big, hard cock. She wanted to suck it and fuck it so bad- STOP! She tried anything to stop thinking about it. She could feel how heavy her tits were – this was at least as big as they’d ever got before, and she hadn’t even explained herself to Brad yet – he must be freaking out beyond belief.

Angelica decided to start talking – anything to get her mind off how horny she was, and how huge she was getting. She opened her eyes, and almost gasped out loud. While her eyes were closed, her breasts had ballooned, way bigger than she’d ever seen before, and now swelled out about ten inches in front of her. It was like she had two huge, inflated balls on her chest. Her formerly loose t-shirt was really tight now, and every inch of her tremendous, round, pert, swollen, huge tits was painfully visible, bulging out against the struggling fabric. She could feel the seams coming undone as her titanic bust groaned and swelled against the loosening threads.

“Um…so, I. This is a thing” she managed, bobbling, jiggling and bulging bigger the whole time. She had to lean back; her tits were so heavy and wide, they were becoming quite hard to carry. When she leaned forward, she could feel them rest on her legs. The thought turned her on even more. She felt them swell ever larger. She cursed.

“The more I…like someone, the bigger they get.” she said, swelling bigger as she spoke, an audible tear taking place in her dangerously stretched top.

“Like, as in…like?” Brad managed, his boner painfully prominent.

The thought of his big dick caused Angelica to grow even more wet than she was already, and pushed an extra inch of breast into her already overstuffed top. The neck began to tear, as it was pushed inches and inches away from her, filling with larger and larger quantities of breast.

“As in…want to…y’know. God don’t make me say it!” she blurted out, swelling bigger and bigger with each passing second.

Brad looked around – somehow no one in the coffee shop had noticed this swollen, over-inflated goddess in front of him, squirming in her seat, ludicrously aroused and ludicrously arousing. He was practically cumming in his pants, so god knew how she felt.

“Well, I really like you. In both ways. And…um”

“You mean you don’t think I’m a freak?!” uttered Angelica, her breasts bulging forward a full twelve inches now, her shirt ripping all the further. Her perfectly flat belly was on display, as her shirt had ridden up to just below the curve of her enormous, still growing tits. She was incredible. They were so huge.

“Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is the most turned on I’ve ever been.” Brad said. “And I get turned by pretty much anything.”

“Really?” Angelica responded, relief washing over her. “Oh god, can we please get out of here. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Brad smiled. She really was huge now. Two thirteen inch medicine balls were stuck on her petite frame, and those huge tits were just getting bigger the longer he looked.

Angelica raised her arms. “Can you help me up, please? I don’t know where they come from, but they’re so heavy.”

Brad went to lift Angelica up. It was true – with her enormous tits, she weighed about five kilos more than usual. Lifting her up, Brad accidentally pulled her too far forwards, thrusting her titanic breasts into him. They pressed against him, and bulged up, ripping her tattered shirt ever further. Brad’s erection grew in intensity, and for a brief moment, Angelica felt it against her cunt. This was almost too much. She looked terrified for a moment, and then her tits surged forwards another inch, as the seams at the side of her shirt ripped to accommodate her growing tits. The left hand side of her t-shirt tore upwards, and her breasts swelled outwards, taking up more and more space.

“Let’s go”, suggested Brad. He took one further look at the swollen, Amazonian goddess. “I’ll drive.”

Angelica wobbled to the door of the shop, and just about managed to squeeze out through it. Her tits were so wide, and they were only getting bigger. The two medicine balls on her chest were inflating with every passing second. The thought of going back with Brad was too erogenous a thought to dwell on, but she couldn’t help it. With every passing second, her bust swelled outwards. It stuck out at least fifteen inches now. She could barely stand.

Getting to the car, Brad opened the door, and squeezed Angelica inside. She tried to lean down and move the seat back – her tits were taking up almost all of the room available – but she couldn’t get her arm down; her tits were taking up almost all of the room available. Brad reached under a colossal mammary, and moved the seat back. The jiggle as the seat realigned was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. They were just so huge.

Angelica just about managed to get the seatbelt between her swelling bust, but it pulled in over her t-shirt, cupping one breast, showing just how enormous they were. Brad was forced to not think about Angelica for the drive, or he knew he would have crashed. Angelica may have had airbags, but he didn’t.

Writhing with arousal, they made it to Brad’s house. Thank god no one was in. Brad pushed Angelica through the door (it was a really tight fit), and dragged her enormous, still swelling form upstairs, wobbling and swelling the whole time. They were both practically fainting from arousal by this point, but pushing Angelica down onto his bed was one of the greatest moments Brad had ever experienced. The sheer weight of her and her tits was something that turned them both on so much, they both wondered whether they’d actually get to fuck each other, or just come on their own.

“Fuck me right now. I’m too wet”, Angelica practically slurred the words. She was trying to remove her shorts, but she just couldn’t get to them. Seventeen inches of bust was in the way.

Brad tore them off, and hefted his massive, swollen dick out of his own shorts, and straddled Angelica, easing his massive member inside her tight, wet cunt. Her tits exploded out of the remnants of her top, which lay pitifully by the side. Brad felt himself inside Angelica, and knew that everything was perfect. Beneath him lay two impossibly large mounds of breast, which almost obscured Angelica’s face. And they were still getting bigger.

He leant down to kiss Angelica, and felt his large cock preparing to come inside her. Angelica was gearing up for the same. As they kissed, both experienced orgasms that were beyond words, and Brad felt himself being lifted up by Angelica’s growing bust, away from her mouth as her already titanic breasts grew even bigger.

Brad rolled off, utterly spent, Angelica and her two monstrous breasts to his side.

There was a pause.

“Want to see how big they can get?”, he offered.

Angelica nodded, unable to speak.

Yes. Yes she did.

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“I’d like to suggest a story where a teen girl’s breast get bigger as she’s aroused but in a subtle way, ie very tight shirt, and really make note of the fact that she’s embarrassed of it and trying to hide it whenever her and her boyfriend finally get some alone time.

I don’t know, you feeling me on this one?”

Yes, nillotampoco, I think it’s safe to say we are.

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