Boob Morph Novels & Stories

There is no need to pad them out. “I … we need to change your body shape a little too,” she hands them to me as I let out a sigh, scratching my head. I don’t know. I can’t see how this will help me be in disguise. “Won’t this just draw more attention?” I ask as I put one in, almost folding over in laughter, as one boob is double the size of the other. Elara laughs too as I add in the other. I look down, unable to see my feet now from my breasts.

“Its technical name is ‘tubular hypoplasia,’ or something like that. It essentially means the base of a woman’s breast is much narrower than it should be, causing a tissue deformity and nipple malformation during puberty.” “So much more than I ever needed to know about my stepmom.” “And yet, here we are.” The two of us laughed softly before she patted my arm. “Hell of a surgery. Nine hours under, lots of sawing and suctioning and tugging about. And when I came out of it in recovery, I had this compression bra on and a fanny pack of morphine around my waist with tubes running into the tops of my chest.” “Yikes.” “Yep. I still don’t remember those first two weeks of recuperation. Because morph

I dropped my head in humiliation when he was saying this to me. "Yes." After he spoke that term, he leaned in and raised my chin slightly. "Is it possible to squeeze your boobs together?" "How about something like this?" I bonded my two boobs together using my palms. "You are a work of art. They have a wonderful shape. Can you try if you can sway them?"

Mother and daughter had incredible bodies. Mum's figure belied the fact that she had given birth to twins. While her breasts had expanded from a 36D to a 36DD cup, they were still amazingly firm for a woman of her age. She sported large, bullet nipples, which were clearly visible through whatever blouses or t-shirts she wore. My God, the hours I spent fantasising about those beautiful buds!!

Those are only called 'breasts' for a lack of a better word. Charli would then yank her curtains off, shutting herself from the outside view much to my relief because what I saw just gave me second hand embarrassment. She could really use a boob jobor maybe she hasn't fully blossomed because there's no way she looks like a crooked twig whereas her mom was thick with bulging higs and perfectly rounded breasts .Genetics failed her, I suppose.

Touching her chest, she feels them becoming sore against his touch as she connects to what he means. "Yeah. Been eating flax." Says the girl, smiling widely. "Then I'll help you grow nice and round. On your knees." The girl widens her eyes. She's been researching a lot on growing the chest. One way was to double up her estrogen. The other one was, "Boob-job?" She asks innocently. The panting man nods, removing his short sighted glasses and keeping them on the desk. "That's right." Excited for her very first fantasy to come true, the girl jumps to kiss him. He smiles against their kiss, Cassandra draping her arms over his neck.

“So Mr Williams, does seeing a girl that age make a man feel sexy?” “What? Oh, at that age, as you would know, she is already a young woman in the making and lots of girls just reaching their teens can have really very well-developed boobs.” “Yes, tell me about it. I was 34 inch B cup at 16. Now I am 38 inches,” I say proudly, almost showing off, and I feel my nipples harden even more under the satin.

With him just sitting there, not on his feet or able to reach her, she felt good about that comment. “It’s been a long time since any man has seen my breasts,” she said. “I feel very lucky,” said Bobby. “They sag a little,” she said. “A little sag can look sexy,” he suggested. “Let me see.” She reached behind her and flipped the catch loose, but held the bra over her breasts with her other arm. “This is so strange,” she moaned. “I just want to see them,” said Bobby softly. “I’ve thought about them a lot, but I don’t know what they really look like.”

And while I'd seen her in her bra or in skimpy bikini tops that covered even less than her bra, the moment Belle unclasped her bra this afternoon and tossed it aside was the very first time I ever laid eyes on her perfect breasts. Okay, I actually glimpsed them once before when Sam got all six girls to line up and flash me that one time. Still, this was my first chance to just stop and ogle away to my heart's content without any distraction, and I truly mean that Belle's breasts were absolutely perfect. She was a goddess scaled down, with perky 32D boobs that fit her frame perfectly (which to me meant being a little top heavy). Let's face it: I like my girls top heavy. Sam, Mari, and Naimh w

Her skin was absorbing it, becoming one with the Tailor’s handiwork. As the robe merged with her flesh, and then her bones, Melissa’s body began to change. Her breasts disappeared and chest hairs sprouted in their place. Her legs and body grew and her shoulders broadened. Stubble spread across her chin and her hair restyled itself, twisting into a man-bun. Jimmy found he was looking into the eyes of his friend Sam.