Read Part I here.

Mi-sook shouldered her bag and walked shyly into the swimming hall. Sunlight shone through the large windows and beamed onto her face.

She was glad to be here – it was important to support Ji-hye, her only daughter, especially as the girl’s father wasn’t…around any more. Family meant so much to Mi-sook, and if pained her to even think of that man. So much shame.

Shaking such thoughts from her head, she stepped up to the stands, looking down at all the girls walking quickly and excitedly around the pool; the atmosphere was electric – everyone was so pumped, but trying not to show it. Some were more successful than others.

Mi-sook saw Seul-ki walking around the pool, smiling and greeting players from her team. She was always a good girl, that Seul-ki. Kind. Ji-hye had invited her over for dinner a number of times – the girls were reasonably good friends – and Seul-ki had always impressed with her manners and thoughtfulness.

Of course, all children were polite when they had to be, but Mi-sook got the impression Seul-ki meant it.

As if to confirm her theory, Mi-sook glanced down and saw Seul-ki defend a sad-looking girl from a bunch of the nastier girls from Ji-hye’s team, who’d just thrown a ball at her. Kids could be so cruel! But at least Seul-ki was looking out for people. The thought made Mi-sook feel better, even as she saw the girl – who was wearing a red headband – unfurl some paper and look at it, miserably.

“Hey, Mi-sook.”

She looked up, her heart skipping a beat. It was Eun-ju, the girls’ coach, and Sun-young, an old school friend of Mi-sook’s from many years back. Rumours abounded amongst the parents, but the one that had stuck for many years was that Eun-ju and Sun-young were…together.

Eun-ju had never had a husband, which explained why people swallowed that side of the story, but Sun-young was supposedly happily married with a daughter in Ji-hye’s class. But seeing them together outside school hours, Mi-sook could see why the rumours existed.

Everyone in her community was very reserved, and Mi-sook was the same, but even so, she couldn’t stop her mind briefly flicking over to the idea of the two women together in bed. Horrified at herself, Mi-sook quickly pushed the image out of her head, but she found herself staring at Sun-young – a tall, slender, middle-aged woman like Mi-sook – as she walked away.

Eun-ju, an older and more weather individual, looked back and caught Mi-sook looking. Mi-sook blushed, horrified at being caught, but instead of receiving a judgemental frown, she was surprised to be met with an understanding, and even slightly provocative smile from the coach.

Her heart pounding. Mi-sook turned back to the pool, smiling to herself at the thrilling moment she’d just experienced. The two ladies sat down next to each other, on the row of seating in front of Mi-sook.

And that was when everything went to shit.

Mi-sook didn’t know what happened – she was looking at the two women out of the corner of her eye, but suddenly the skies outside the hall darkened, and suddenly one of the girls was…oh god, she was floating.

Mi-sook leapt to her feet, trying to find Ji-hye, but everyone was starting to scream and rush around the pool, making individuals impossible to identify at this distance.

All the adults were on their feet, shouting along with everyone else, when the girl who seemed to be in the air began to…change. Her body stretched and warped, her hair sticking out in all directions, and her breasts…

Mi-sook started to feel very peculiar indeed watching the girl’s body – and bust become increasingly large. The girl’s rear began to grow too, her legs thickening and swelling, her entire body becoming more and more substantial as everyone watched on – what on earth was happening?!

And then, a horrible voice rent the building, and everyone started to scream.

But despite the piercing volume of the people running and shouting in fear, the words came through. Mi-sook tried to remember them after the fact, but her mind must have blocked them out, because they never returned. She still remembers the sound though – like meat falling off a bone, grisly and wet.

And then everyone was knocked to the floor. Some kind of force shot out through the hall, with that “girl” (she was a girl no longer) as the epicentre, and everyone fell down, more cries filling the air. What was this?!

Picking herself, Mi-sook found herself one of the first on her feet. She pulled off her heels, smoothed her black skirt and white button blouse to her svelte body, and ran to help the other women.

Sun-Young was on the floor, dazed, but alive. Eun-ju looked a little confused, but was breathing. As Mi-sook made her way over to the women, she found herself feeling heavy. Heavy and damp and yet…strong.

Looking down at the older coach, Mi-sook stared in amazement as the tough lines of her fierce face began to…disappear. In front of her eyes, Mi-sook witnessed Eun-ju’s age drop from her. Her toughness receded into the background, and a fire returned to her eyes, one that Mi-sook had always suspected was there, buried deep down.

“What’s…what’s happening to me?” Eun-ju asked, touching her face with a slender hand.

“You’re…younger. I don’t-“ Mi-sook began.

“So are you! The years are dropping from you!” Eun-ju lifted a trembling hand to Mi-sook’s face, and Mi-sook knew the same was true. Her body felt younger, healthier, more responsive more…

What was that tightness? Mi-sook, kneeling down over Eun-ju’s prone form, began to feel a throbbing, pulsing pressure in her chest, one that was only getting stronger with every moment she was aware of it.

Eun-ju placed two hands over her tracksuit, and Mi-sook knew she was experiencing the same intense sensation.

And then Mi-sook’s chest began to grow.

She felt the pressure in her bra first, which was being pulled from her body. Mi-sook had very modest breasts, and accordingly her bra was very petite, but all of sudden it was being thrust forwards by her boobs, which were inexplicably growing larger.

Mi-sook didn’t know what to do. So many emotions were pulsing through her body, and she knew she had to check on the girls down by the pool, but a powerful sense of lust was firing through her, and her breasts felt like the physical embodiment of it.

As she looked down, she gasped as her blouse thrust forwards, inches in front of her, her breasts large and round beneath it. She had never had any chest to speak of before, and now two large boobs bobbled and shook beneath her. They were even starting to obscure her view of Eun-ju!

Mi-sook clutched her swelling balloons, and felt a bolt of ecstasy pulse through her system. That felt good. Really good. Mi-sook hadn’t had a good fucking in a long time, and her body was aching for it-

No, this was wrong – she had to check on her daughter. Also why did she feel younger? And why were her breasts-

Mi-sook felt two warm bulges press into her back, and she nearly toppled over from her squatting position over Eun-ju. Two slim, yet powerful hands slipped under each of her arms, and rested on her bulbous boobs, and began to rub them up and down, feeling their tensile, gorgeous heft.

“Mi-sook…I’m sorry…I can’t…”

It was Sun-young, but Mi-sook barely recognised her voice. It was usually quiet, high and whispy, but now it was deep, lustful and confident, even as the person it belonged to tried to stop it coming out.

But there was no stopping it. As Mi-sook’s breasts expanded larger and larger, approaching the size of small melons, Sun-young’s hands ran over them, feeling every inch of their impressive size and weight, spending particular time squeezing the rock hard, thick nipples.

Every time Sun-young squeezed then, Mi-sook felt her body writhe with pleasure, and she knew something was coming. Something huge.

“Your chest…” Mi-sook managed, feeling Sun-young’s large boobs pressing harder and harder into her back, as the woman groped Mi-sook’s own impressive pair.

“They keep…they won’t stop…I’m so big, Mi-sook.”

“Let me see”, Mi-sook responded, suddenly desperate to witness the scale of the bulbous breasts that were currently pressing so teasingly into her.

Shaking with desire, her black skirt feeling tighter than usual around her butt, Mi-sook stood to her feet, turned to see the object of her secret desires looking like she’d never imagined her, in her wildest dreams.

Sun-young was standing there, gorgeous dark eyes shining, her dark hair flowing across her flushed face, with an enormous pair of breasts bulging out of her incredibly tight blouse. The two women were wearing very similar outfits, but Sun-young’s was being tested even more than Mi-sook’s, by the sheer size of the tits that were shoved beneath the fabric.

And Sun-young’s face was so…young! Mi-sook almost didn’t recognise her – it was as if she was looking at an 18-year old version of the woman she’d known since they were kids. Like she’d travelled back in time. But Sun-young had never looked like this. Her chest. Her chest.

It looked like two large melons were hidden under there, and on Sun-young’s petite, short form, they looked almost ridiculous. But to Mi-sook, their size and scale was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. It made her own body ache, and her own breasts, which were already more huge than she’d ever dreamed of, began to swell in earnest, almost as if they were growing towards the other pair.

The two women stared at each other, their enormous melons thrusting out almost comically from their incredibly slender forms, and Mi-sook felt her tits bulging forwards.

Sun-young smiled shyly, her 18-year old face so full of life, so coy and electric at the same time.

“My bra burst open.” She grinned, as her tits began to pull her blouse apart. “I guess I’m too big.”

Mi-sook felt her mouth grow dry as she looked at her old school friend, looking like she had all those years ago, except with two enormous balloons stuffed under her shirt. Balloons that were apparently still being inflated.

Sun-young’s breasts were absolutely enormous now, bulging forwards like two big watermelons, pulling her blouse to pieces. Mi-sook could see massive curves of her swollen bust between the huge gaps in the buttons on her struggling shirt, and felt herself get so wet at the thought of taking one of those enormous breasts in her mouth, and-

Mi-sook felt her own bra burst off, where it had ridden up her tremendous bust, trying vainly to cling to its integrity while breasts expanded all around it.

Sun-young giggled, her titanic boobs shaking as they grew even bigger. Damp patches started to appear on the front of her blouse, at the tips of her gigantic, throbbing nipples, which looked like the knobs of a 50s sci-fi computer, mounted on two giant zeppelins.

Sun-young’s head looked smaller and smaller the bigger her boobs grew, and Mi-sook suspected it was the same for her, the way Sun-young was staring at her, scarcely concealed lust gleaming in her bright, youthful eyes.

Mi-sook felt her blouse rustle and buckle as her own gigantic breasts pushed forwards against it. It had untucked itself from her waistband a long time ago, her phenomenal breasts bulging outwards like basketballs on her tiny frame.

“I…” Sun-young managed, stepping forwards, her breasts bouncing gently but heavily on her tiny-looking body.

“Yes?” Mi-sook responded, her own tits pulsing and groaning larger and larger with each moment that passed. She stepped forward, just once, amazed at how difficult movement was now that she sported such giant tits.

Her rock hard nipples rubbed against the fabric, and she felt a dampness on her own chest that mirrored her old friend’s.

They both moved forwards until their faces were close, their pulsing, bulging nipples reaching out for one another, but not quite touching. The stretch and groan of fabric preparing to tear was music to their ears; it meant each other was growing bigger and bigger, becoming more and more full. Nothing else entered their mind, not the plight of their daughters, or their friend lying on the floor.

Both humongous pairs of breasts heaved forwards, each tit now larger than each woman’s head, threatening to pull them over, but instead their nipples touched, pushed forwards by the gigantic expansion.

At the briefest of brushes, their nipples exploded with arousal, and a throbbing, pulsing rumbling was felt in each woman’s enormous chests.

Their breasts bulged forwards again, and each nipple pressed into the other, their shirts finally starting to give way beneath the expansive onslaught.

Pop.

One of Mi-sook’s buttons burst open. Her shirt was practically painted on now, her figure was so huge. Her breasts were almost twice the size of her head. Each.

Pop.

Sun-Young was arching her back to imitate her old friend’s shirt-bursting, though she needn’t have worried. Her breasts were as big as Mi-sook’s, if not larger. With the chest thrust, her shirt tore apart, her massive mammaries bulging forwards, huge and fat and stuffed the brim with…something. They were more bulbous and engorged than any breasts Mi-sook had ever seen.

Feeling her own blouse burst apart with expansion, Mi-sook looked down at her titanic tits and marvelled at how pressed together they were. Her breasts were so huge, her arms were holding them together in a permanent, epic abyss of cleavage that sent her brain reeling.

And then, without warning, Sun-young kissed her hard on the mouth. Mi-sook, even though she didn’t see it coming, realised once it happened that it was the most perfect thing even to occur, and kissed back hard, though both women’s gigantic boobs made kissing quite difficult; their enormous expansion was all but pushing them apart.

With a little difficulty, the woman manoeuvred their breasts to blob to the side of one another, and the kissing continued in earnest. It was about this time that Mi-sook realised how tight her skirt was, and she felt her normally tiny ass had grown along with the rest of her. But really, she didn’t give this much thought, as her phenomenally swollen tits, which were still growing, were throbbing with pleasure as she kissed Sun-young, whose own massive melons were thrusting into her.

She felt slim, powerful hands on her shoulders and she was whirled around, met face to face with an 18-year old version of Eun-ju, wearing a tracksuit that looked like it was made for a child. Eun-ju’s breasts had grown almost as gigantic as the other two women’s, and the tracksuit jacket was bursting at the seams trying to contain the two huge chest pillows.

The zipper was sild down to half mast, a monstrous canyon of cleavage bulging out, rising up to Eun-ju’s chin. Her face was so youthful and full of passion that Mi-sook could barely control herself.

And then Eun-ju’s zipper slid down, another burst of growth removing her need for a jacket – her gigantic balloons were just too large and full to be clothed.

All three women looked at one another for a second, their preposterous chests heaving, all consumed with lust and passion the likes of which they’d never known. And then it happened, almost in unison.

Eun-ju and Sun-young both lunged forwards, clamping their mouths around Mi-sook’s breasts, which were just about the largest of the three. This was a closely fought race, but Mi-sook’s tits really were gargantuan by this stage, almost three times as big as her head, and hung down like large sacks in front of her, full and heavy and-

“Uhhhhhhnnn god”

Mi-sook moaned out loud and passionately, the sound bouncing off the walls of the hall, as her gigantic, fat tits were suckled upon by the two huge-busted women, who gulped and slurped as Mi-sook began to blast milk out of each of her enormous hooters.

It started slow at first, a pulsing build. But then both women started to massage the gigantic breasts as they sucked, which quickened the process to a steady pumping stream.

As they slurped and gulped, Mi-sook began to feel the pressure building beyond what she’d thought possible, and she started firing big, thick bolts of milk into the waiting mouths of the two young women.

It was a sensation beyond description. Just thinking about it for too long would write Mi-sook off for a day, lost in pleasurable memories that she could scarcely deal with, without retiring to the bathroom and fingering herself.

Her enormous, bulbous, milk-stuffed tits fired jet after jet of thick, syrupy liquid into the mouths of Eun-ju and Sun-young, who gulped it down hungrily, mouthful after mouthful.

And Mi-sook began to finger herself as she did it. Her skirt had practically burst off her anyway, as her butt had been expanding all this time (a fact which she was only dimly aware of, but only served to arouse her even more) so she tore that off with hands that were fumbling blindly beneath the huge shelf of her breasts, and slipped an index finger into her dripping wet cunt.

It felt so tight, which caught her off guard, but only for a second, as she was quickly bowled over with the fact that she was about to come like a freight train.

Seeing the two women guzzle milk from her tits, coupled with the sensation of deep, throbbing pleasure that firing milk gave her, meant only a couple of moments of playing with herself before she experienced a phenomenally powerful orgasm, that shook through her whole body.

Her still-growing breasts, which were now roughly the size of beach balls, responded by seeming to grow a little more, and firing yet more milk into the mouths of Eun-ju and Sun-young.

Their bellies were getting full of liquid, but still they swallowed, and it was having a dramatic impact on their own figures. Sun-young had burst out of her shirt a while ago, but her tits were swelling at an incredible rate. Her breasts were now larger than Mi-sook’s, and still growing, and Eun-ju’s were no smaller.

Both women sported racks larger than most huge-bust stars managed with major implants, and their milk-stuffed state meant they were rock solid, and rode high and proud on their chests, even as they leant forwards to suck on Mi-sook’s titanic knockers even more.

Mi-sook came again and again, standing there as these two impossibly huge women sucked more and more milk out of her tits, fucking herself with one hand, steadying her increasingly top-heavy form with the other. She was too big. She wanted to big bigger. She had to come again. And again. And again.

Mi-sook eventually gently pushed the women away so she could switch roles, and marvelled at how enormous her partners had become. Their breasts were like beach balls, sure, but huge, overinflated beach balls that were almost impossible to comprehend.

Her mouth dry once more, Mi-sook took one of Sun-young’s gigantic breasts between two shaking hands, and placed a fat, engorged nipple in her mouth.

Almost instantly, Sun-young started groaning, and her bulbous protrusions started to convulse, firing thick milk deep into Mi-sook’s throat, where she swallowed it hungrily, greedily. It tasted incredible, so rich and viscous, and Mi-sook loved the feeling of pleasuring her friend, knowing it was only going to make her bigger.

This went on for an all-too short time, as the women suckled each other, pleasuring themselves, growing larger and more aroused, no matter how many times they came.

And suddenly, it was like a delicious, pink cloud was lifted from their minds, and the hall was light, and the terrible figure down below, who had done something to them, but who they’d all forgotten about, was gone.

It was over. As quickly as it had begun.

And everything was normal, except when they looked at each other, they were…different. Young.

Not completely young, like they’d seen each other when they had…pleasured each other (it pained Mi-sook to even think about it now, now that she was no longer under the influence – so impossibly embarrassing), but 10 or 15 years younger than they had been when they’d stepped into the hall.

It was like they’d been gifted more time on this earth, certainly in terms of appearance.

And then there was the more…obvious differences.

Each woman sported breasts that were…well, gigantic is the only word that comes close. Each breast was like a beach ball, only slightly smaller than they were at the height of their size, but all far too huge for any woman to be able to pass as normal ever again.

They were forever bonded, these three, as were many other groups of women that day, as people who had been there, when…well, no one really knew what had happened.

Ji-hye had spoken to her mother about the event once – they had to talk about it, as they both had enormous breasts (though Mi-sook’s were bigger by a good few degrees) – and only recalled being saved by Seul-ki, and then passing out.

As for Seul-ki…she had the biggest breasts of all of them – even bigger than Mi-sook’s – but she wouldn’t talk about what happened. What she’d done. Mi-sook suspected she knew more than she let on, that she may have even saved them. She wasn’t sure. The thought of it always embarrassed her – that she had let herself be consumed by lust and greed, while an 18-year old girl had saved the day.

Then Mi-sook started thinking about that day, and she was overcome all over again. The sensation was as overpowering as it was mortifying.

But no one really talked about it. About what had happened that day. Rumour soon got to them about a similar event in the north, and Mi-sook had made a trip up there in the late summer sunshine to see for herself. The results were similarly…incredible, but people there were getting on with their lives. Lots of them had had operations to make their existence a bit more…manageable.

But Mi-sook wasn’t going to do that. And neither were her two best friends. They met regularly now, under the cover of darkness. They were the three biggest, apart from Seul-ki, and the time they’d spent together had forged a bond in them, something dark and primal, that they’d tried to ignore for a while – that Mi-sook still tried to ignore – but had burst through, just like their breasts had on that dark, dangerous day in the swimming hall.

So every Monday night, the three women would meet at one of their houses, or a secret location known only to them.

And, well. What goes on during those nights isn’t for me to talk about. But it’s wild and crazy and not something the women ever, ever discuss. But it’s real. And it’s wet and thrilling, and not something any of them would live without.

It’s the reason they live, now. And the reason none of the three have done anything to their breasts.

Their huge, still growing breasts.

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