Breast Expansion Stories Novels & Stories

A solution to this problem. Apparently if you regularly had your breasts thoroughly massaged at their developing age by a man, your breasts will flourish and turn plumper with each massage. That was the secret to getting nice, thick breasts. To have a boy regularly work on them. The girls listened spell bounded. Finally a secret way verified by older women! It must be true! But to their dismay, there was no boy present there. So the girls decided to do the next best thing. To try and help each other grow during this shower. One girl sneaked up behind Jane and unhooked her bra. Jane gasped and held her bra against her naked frail breasts. She was too shy to let them see. But the girls insiste

My name is Elena Voss, and I had been producing milk for six months when the Milk Factory finally accepted my application. After my second child, my breasts never really dried up. Instead of fighting it, I started pumping and selling the excess online. The money was good, but the private messages from wealthy men offering thousands just to taste me in person were even better. When the discreet black envelope arrived with the Factory’s gold-embossed logo, I knew my life was about to change.

I observe the smirk that grows on his face as I eat slowly, my appetite turning off because of the alcoholic smell and the fact that I might be late if I keep eating. "I gotta go." Announcing, I begin to climb away from his lap but he retains the position as I fall back on his dense lap again. "Eat. You're too skinny already." When I say I have such caring brothers in the world, this is what I mean. "I heard that flaxseeds improve breast sizes in women. I brought a pack of it from the store today. Have a spoon every day." "I know. But I need to massage them to grow them or they will shrink because of the estrogen in them. Basic science fact." I say, tapping on his forehead as he irritatedly

Teen son helps relieve pressure from mom’s engorged breasts. SUMMARY: With innocent intentions, Josh offers to help his mother relieve pressure from her swollen breasts after his newborn sister stops drinking from her. See how the two of them deal with the unexpected reactions their bodies have. This is a multi-POV story, switching back and forth between Josh and his mom, Jenni. Note that there are many scenes involving breast milk. All characters in this story are 18 or older. Enjoy.

Right" Ruby nods. Wearing my dress and with Ruby zipping it up. She beams. "What?" I ask. She's smiling way too widely and weirdly. "I'll be sure to take your measures every week. You never know what's going to happen." "What? What's wrong?" I scoff. "Oh, it was a little difficult to get the zipper to close up on your upper back. Your burst grew" She says dryly and I find myself looking down at my boobs. "They did?" I ask. "They sure did. They used to be as small as ants"

I was carrying a child which was a result and the product of rape. I stood Infront of my room mirror for some reason even I don't understand. I tried examining myself. Strangely, I had slowly began to change. My breast and gotten fuller than before. Not as if it was small, but at least okay to be called a normal size. But now... I raised my hands to my breast and squeezed lightly but immediately stopped with a hiss. It hurt and aches, alot. Indeed my breast had gotten a little swollen and heavier. Slowly, I moved my hands to the him of my top, then raised it up to my breast level. Staring at my reflection through the mirror, my hand gazed at my still flat stomach. It isn't obviouse yet, but

There was gradually less need to provide me with medications when I felt low. One Saturday she asked me if I was ready to go with her on a trip to visit some friends. It was a cold rainy day but we eventually arrived at her church where the friends were gathered . It was a social gathering made up of a group of people with bitter frightening experiences like I had gone through. She introduced me to the members of the group . Several members stood up to share with us experiences they went through in the past and efforts they had taken to wipe of these memories. Many of them had physical scars to show from their experiences. One cheerful pretty lady had her leg amputated as a result of he

The girl said and I looked at her, her boobs were a bit larger than mine which made me look at them and then back at mine again “You think so?” “Yep, don't worry. You can were push-up bras to help them stay in shape and fill in or…” “Or…?” I asked. “Or…you get your boyfriend to help them grow” She chuckled and somehow my brain immediately thought of Dacre’s hands on my boobs. “I don’t have a boyfriend” I answered and she replied, “You will get one soon. You look nice, he can squeeze, pinch and suck them and soon they will grow like melons.”

I moaned as I doubled my movement from his lap. "I do not know if I am the only one noticing this but, baby, your breasts seem to be growing. They will soon fit in my hands and I am loving these," he huskily said between sucking and nipping my healthy breasts. So I am not the only one who notices that my breasts are growing, huh? That is why my bras are already tight on me these past few days and like him, I do not know the reason why. When Franco started fighting against my movement with his hips, I immediately tripled my movement from his lap until I could already feel something want to come out from my lower abdomen.