orangeorc: Your (super busty!) blind date was not the least bit shy about flaunting or talking abou

orangeorc:

Your (super busty!) blind date was not the least bit shy about flaunting or talking about her huge breasts.

While you put on your bowling shoes, she picked up a pair or bowling balls.

“Hey, be honest!” she said, lifting the balls up and down for comparison. “Are my tits bigger than these bowling balls?”

You laughed and stared. You went by the tying her shoes, and she coughed. 

You looked up, and she was starting at you expectantly.

“Oh! You actually… uh, they’re almost as big as those bowling balls!”

Her lips turned down into a panicked frown. 

“Almost?” she said, looking truly devastated, then starting down at her cleavage is disbelief. “My tits aren’tas big as bowling balls?”

“I mean they are! Figuratively! Approximately! I mean… I mean… uh…”

As you watched in confusion, she clenched her eyes shut, and the veins on her forehead began pulsating. She gritted her teeth and grunted.

“What are you… doing there… Dana?”

“Bigger… must… be… bigger!”she said in a strained voice. She thrust her chest out… and out… and out…

It took you a moment to realize she wasn’t just her chest. Her breasts were getting bigger.

“Mmm… c’mon… grow!”she said. 

The belt she’d put under her tits for extra perkiness snapped, slid down her waist, and landed on the floor. 

Dana blinked and sighed. Her breasts had nearly doubled in size, and her shirt was stretched so thin it was almost transparent. 

Judging from the way her shirt had hiked up her thighs, she looked like she had grown a bit taller as well. 

“How about now?”she said smugly, posing with the bowling balls, which were now dwarfed by her huge breasts. 

“Did you grow?”you asked, baffled but turned out.

“Answer the question! Are my tits bigger than bowling balls now?”

“How do… what…”

“Sometimes, if I just want to be bigger badenough… I get bigger!” she said, giggling. “Now answer the question.”

“Your tits are waybigger than those bowling balls! They’re… huge!” 

She put the bowling balls away, and flounced over to you. She leaned forward to give you a peck on the forehead, and even then her giant tits still brushed against your chest. 

The way she had to bend forward to kiss you on the forehead like that… it was only now registering that she was taller than you. 

She saw you looking her up and down, and winked down at you.

This date was going to be awesome.