Breast Expansion Novels & Stories

Pulling out a few face framing pieces, I added some rhinestone bobby pins to finish my look. Getting undressed, I put on a sticky bra that just lifted and secured my breast. Since Colt seemed so turned on by no underwear, I didn’t put any on. Slipping my dress on, my breast were almost popping out. They had gotten so swollen and plump that there was no hiding them. Using some tap, I did what I could to keep them secured. My stomach had a little bump where my dress was a little tighter around my growing baby. Knock! Knock!

she was curious. "You know that it doesn't get big until it's aroused and erected into its full size, right? I don't really have anything to compare it with, I mean ... the ones I saw in porn were a lot bigger ... but I guess all the boobs there are a lot bigger than the real ones too ... it's a funny feeling when it expanded, it started tiny and then it gets harder and bigger and longer ... like an alien," Jan tried to explain as best she could.

As expected, she didn't say a word. I pulled out the metal device and kept it aside. "Breast compactors are very good breast torment devices for women. It traps the breast and momentarily reduces blood flow to the breast. The level of tightness is determined by its adjustment. Don't worry, you'll see." Her breath hitched, and I grinned. 'We're just getting started, Aria. Just getting started.

And as she did this motion, she advanced to the next picture on her presentation, really making sure I understood what the next part of her presentation would center on. Bre*sts. Lisa Warden's bre*sts were blown up on the far wall, an enlarged version of the vision I was seeing in front of me. The picture showed her bre*sts barely contained in a black bra, similar in style to the red one she was wearing now. She was using her arms to force her fleshy bre*sts outward, causing the bra to seem strained to the point of bursting. Her hard nipples were evident beneath the lace, jutting out, gagging for appreciation, and a warm, wet mouth.

He removed my shirt easily, revealing my swollen breasts. "They keep getting bigger and bigger," I noticed that too. They keep growing, and I think it's normal since he loves squeezing them. "Ohh, Cole Aiden," I tilted my head back as I felt his hot tongue on my breast's surface, his other hand playing with my nipple. He took turns putting my nipples in his mouth. He removed my shirt easily, revealing my swollen breasts. "They keep getting bigger and bigger," I noticed that too. They keep growing, and I think it's normal since he loves squeezing them.

phase. They kept me locked in position and brought out additional toys. They attached vibrating clamps to my swollen nipples that combined suction with intense vibration. The sensation was maddening. My breasts were milked harder than ever while the men took turns fucking my holes slowly, edging themselves while forcing me to edge with them. They made me beg in moos. “Moooo… please breed your cow… please drain my udders… fill me with cum…” They rewarded me with more loads. By sunrise my belly felt bloated with cum, my pussy and ass were red, puffy, and constantly leaking, and my breasts — though drained repeatedly — still produced more milk every time a new orgasm hit.

I reach over, grabbing your nipple, and squeeze it a few times until it enlarges as before, eliciting a gasp from your lips again. I get off the bed, retrieve another scarf from my bag, and move to your other side, repeating the treatment of your other breast until it too is tied off and hanging down. This time, rather than squeezing your nipple between my fingers, I instead lean down, and begin flicking it with my tongue. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

Her breasts had become bigger and more sensitive because she was breastfeeding, and she couldn't help but tremble when Vince's hand touched her. Her breasts trembled at the movement of her body, and her firm n.pples were immediately ready to produce milk. Lydia sheepishly grabbed her dress and tried to cover her breasts. "No," Vince stopped her by holding her hand, "I need to massage you or the milk will get clogged up inside and you'll have a hard time." Lydia blushed and closed her eyes. Vince stared at her breasts and slowly massaged her. At first, Lydia felt some pain in her breasts, then they felt hot, and finally slightly swollen.

Liam spread his fingers, fully anchoring his hands around my breasts. He kneaded them in a rhythmic, circular motion, his palm pressing down on my tips with every single turn. As he pressed harder, I watched as my breasts were forced into different shapes. Heat flushed across my face, and the embers of my desire roared into a full-blown blaze. My breathing hitched, and my moans grew more uninhibited and desperate. "Jemma," Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future."

The days blurred into a monotonous rhythm for Katherine, each one marked by the insistent throb in her breasts that grew sharper with every dose of the medication she took. The ache had evolved from a dull discomfort to a relentless pressure, the skin stretched taut and hypersensitive. She found herself retreating to the privacy of her bathroom multiple times a day, locking the door and peeling off her top to confront the changes in the mirror.