She took in a breath, and watched as it resulted in a rapturous, jiggling collision. Her breasts, barely-contained in a bra that was two sizes too small two sizes ago, shook deliciously, like pudding molds set onto her chest. Every jiggle was a little explosion of pleasure. Every shake and shimmy was a delight. Her nipples were almost painfully stiff against the little bra–what was it, a G-cup? Please.
She exhaled and then inhaled again, arching her back, feeling the strain until at last, the front clasp all but exploded. Her breasts descended an inch, but were otherwise so firm in shape and rode so high it made little difference. She cooed, brushing a finger across the top of them. Despite their smooth shape, they were oh-so-soft to the touch. Her dress, now, was straining without the bra to act as a front line against her onslaught. She steadied herself, looking at over half a foot of cleavage. Perfect.
“Ridiculous,” she said out loud, adjusting her thigh-highs upward. Her pink panties, already cut to show off a generous amount of cheek, were being completely overloaded. She wiggled against them, feeling her weight rebound and shake, almost sloshing as her cheeks collided against the straining underwear. Her thighs strained, flexing with hidden muscle against her socks, which responded by rolling down slightly on one leg and tearing a touch on the other.
“Too small?” The photographer asked.
“Not small enough,” she responded, adjusting again, delicately. It was no fun if she just tore through something by hand–she had to really shred it. “I thought I’d have grown out of all this by now.” She bent over, placing her hands on the chair, which strained. “Maybe you can catch it happening, if you’re quick enough.” She smiled, a little, undulating her hips as she felt her shirt rolling up too. “I think I feel a growth spurt coming on.”
Tifa’s chest had been aching all morning. Not thinking much of it, she’d simply worked some lotion onto the poor, aching things. When they seemed too sensitive for her bra, she resolved to go braless today–it wouldn’t be the end of the world if a few people saw her headlights. When her shirt, practically painted-on to an even greater extent than usual, had seemed almost unbearably tight, she resolved that she must have hit some late-in-life growth spurt, and that she could handle clothes shopping at some point in the next few days.
Then, out in public, it became impossible to ignore. Her chest felt like it was on fire, and it was tight, her shirt compressing her breasts as if it were made of leather instead of soft fabric. When the growth really started, all at once, with a woomph, she could only stare down in awe and fascination as her shirt became soaked, then rolled up, pitching at once to one side as her chest surged to a dozen times its usual size. Her nipples, thick and wet, gushing with cream, slipping free of their confines, her suspenders sinking into vast, but pillowy-soft flesh, and her face a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and the slightest bit of hope that it would just keep going.
“My tits just keep growing! Any bigger and they’re going to grow right out of this sweater!”
The growth stopped as she put down the phone. But it wasn’t stopping, it was actually restarting. The GTS Virus started doubling up, forcing her cup sizes to twice their previous size. Her sweater shredded. “The, feeling, is, increasing!” she grunted to a Q cup. She wasn’t slowing.
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“I missed you so much!” Christy echoed above Katie. Katie was confused, last summer they had both been tiny freshmen. But now? Christy towered over Katie, easily six feet Katie guessed. To top it off, Christy went from all flat chest to an ample, relative C cup.
“The docs called it a second puberty, and it’s so rare it’s hard to say when I’ll stop growing. At least a few more months they said.” Christy explained to Katie, as her eyes wandered up and down Christy’s giant body. Katie saw, at eye level, Christy’s new thick nipples harden under her top as she explained her growing.
Christy saw her chance and took it. In one smooth motion she slipped her top down, pressed Katie against the wall, and pressed a nipple in her mouth. “Ahhh the docs also said growth spurts during sex aren’t unusual too babe.” Katie had barely heard surrounded by tit, she just wanted to keep sucking. Christy shook, “Oh this feels like a STRONG one!” As her body started to pulse larger.
Katie started to cum as Christy’s nipple grew so much it was deep throating her.
