Breast Expansion Novels & Stories

At that moment, Vanessa slipped a hand into her tube dress and lifted her breasts higher. “Hmm, needs more silicone. Do you think I should upgrade to an E cup?” Vanessa asked, her eyes still locked at her own reflection. Jane blinked rapidly, unsure of what to say. Her own breasts were ballooning from having just given birth and for the life of her, Jane couldn’t wait for them to return to their normal size. Right now, the weight of her breasts was killing her but she dared not tell the brunette how having Dolly Parton’s boobs was probably not the best choice.

they spill from your hands. At 34 DD, I think they are too large for my frame, and the nipples are rather small, but you love them. You start from the sides and move toward to nipples, pushing them together. "Just imagine how much bigger they are going to get when you have my baby inside of you," you whisper to me. "These will be so hard and tight like a drum, and your nipples will be so dark. I can't wait to watch your milk flow out of these lovely nipples. You'll be my little fountain." You begin to pull harder on my nipples, elongating them, as if you are milking me and milk is spraying out right now. You will milk me when the time comes. You have told me that. You want to keep my tits f

Forsythe interjected angrily. "Sorry, sir," Amir said although Claire could see him giggling behind his hand. "Breasts are composed of adipose tissue, or fat to you, as well as glands, primarily the mammary glands, plus some collagen," Mr. Forsythe intoned. "And of course superficially there is a nipple surrounded by an areola on each." "What do you mean, sir?" "Come, come, boy. Are you telling me you've never seen a pair of breasts?"

Jennifer beamed at the older woman's words of encouragement and approval. The older woman then tilted her head, as if in deep consideration, before she reached to her side and unclasped her corset, letting it fall away. The young girl gasped softly, as her surrogate mother now stood before her with her large breasts exposed. Linda smirked, as she said, "Now, it's time you learned about the next technique you need to learn is the proper stimulation of a woman's breasts. Here, touch mommy's big tits."

Ben opens the bottle of lotion and pouring a large amount over her nipple, he wraps his hands around it and begins stroking up and down. "Oh Ben, that's wonderful. That's different than last night!" Andrea says, lifting her head so she can watch him. Her nipple responds immediately to his caress, growing to about four inches long. Ben continues stroking and squeezing her nipple and then rubs lotion across her areola and the top of her breast. Andrea loves the feeling of Ben's hands on her tit and again senses the arousal emanating from her pussy. Ben switches to her other breast and does the same thing getting the same reaction from Andrea.

Taylor On Sunday, we prepare tailgating foods to watch The Chiefs football game. By mid-day, my breasts ache something fierce. I enter my bathroom, remove my bra, then replace it with the next size up that I purchased on my shopping trip. The fact, I move from my slightly too large size 34A bra to a snug 34B concerns me. Of course, I have read many places that breast size increases during pregnancy as they prepare to produce milk for the baby after giving birth.

Would he think that she needed to wax, too? Lightly, she smoothed her fingertips down her neck and hesitated briefly before bringing up her hands to cup her breasts. They'd increased over the years, from a B cup before Cara had been born, to the DDs they were now. They weren't as high as they used to be, she noticed, hefting their weight in the mirror. She slid her hands to capture her rose-tipped nipples between her fingers, squeezing them and causing them to pebble tightly.

Those two magnificent breasts moved hypnotically beneath the thin fabric—bigger than my wife's, fuller, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. My pulse hammered in my ears. God, I wanted to touch them. I sighed, settling into the chair across from her. "It's not that I'm trying to be rough. It's this second development—I can't control it. The urge hits me like a freight train. If I don't... you know... at least once a day, the ache is unbearable." Ramona's eyes sparkled with curiosity. She leaned forward. "Men can have second growth spurts? So you're bigger now than before? Can I see?"

This sensation spread from the nipple to the areola, and then deeper into her chest. Her breathing became heavier. Air was drawn in through her nostrils, making a “hisssing” sound as it passed through the nasal conchae. It then filled her lungs. As the chest expanded under the pressure of the air, the steel wire of her bra pressed tighter against her chest. When she exhaled, air was forced out through her lips, accompanied by a low, deep “hahh” sound that seemed to originate from deep within her chest.

It was bigger than her waist, bigger than her head when she tried to tilt it back, and the skin across it had turned into a shiny map of stretch marks silver on the top, faint pink still showing where the marks were fresh. Her breasts had ballooned into two enormous, veiny balloons that hung heavy and full, constantly leaking thin, watery colostrum that soaked through every bra and shirt she owned. The plugs in her pussy and ass were no longer optional; they were just part of her wardrobe, thick black silicone that never came out anymore unless one of the men decided to take them out for fun. The sex had gotten messier, more desperate, and sometimes a little clumsier because of how big she w