Novel & Cerita Breast Expansion Stories

But the girl just shook her head lazily. "After getting pregnancy and breastfeeding later, your breast will grow by itself, do not worry about James’s saying." The man said easily, as if he had just spoken to a company’s staff. Why Skandar Hemingway was so good for explaining biology like this now? "Who will breastfeed later?" Charisa still grinned that she didn't understand what her husband meant. "Who do you want to breastfeed then? Obviously our baby, I cannot, right?" asked Skandar who immediately laughed sadistically?

God, if there were an award for being a fool, I’d win first place. “No, you can’t,” he murmured. His eyes lingered too long, roaming over me. “Your body’s changing,” he said softly. “Your boobs… they’re getting bigger.” My stomach clenched. That was exactly what I’d read—that breasts grew first, not the stomach. The body prepared early, ready to hold milk. So that I can feed baby nutrition once it is delivered. “Shut up with your nonsense,” I snapped and adjusted the bikini. I stepped away as I tried to drag his attention somewhere else.

My figure did not change at all after giving birth. Instead, my friends even praised me for having a better figure. Before having the baby, my breasts were only a C cup, but they grew to a D cup after giving birth. I had good looks and a good figure. My friends often envied me, but they had no idea that my husband, Kyle Greyson, was never interested in me again since having the baby. I found a postpartum recovery specialist who could help me regain the firmness of a young lady.

The days after the peak heat settled into a slow, heavy rhythm. My belly had grown even larger. The once-gentle curve was now a prominent, taut sphere that dominated my body. The skin stretched tight and shiny in places, marked with faint silvery lines that traced the rapid growth. The weight pulled constantly at my lower back and hips, making every movement deliberate and slow. My breasts felt fuller and heavier. The nipples were dark and constantly leaking small beads of fluid that the alphas eagerly licked away whenever they appeared. Even the lightest touch of air against them sent sharp, tingling sparks straight to my core.

Laura pursed her lips and answered easily, “Just… exclusive breastfeeding. Nathan says I’m like a dairy cow now. It drives me crazy.” Laura had always been slender, with a modest figure. But after giving birth, whether from good nutrition or sheer genetics, her bust had gone up three sizes. Her daughter couldn’t finish all the milk, so Laura used a pump daily and stored the extra in the fridge. In just a few months, she had filled an entire freezer. Every time Nathan saw her with the pump, he’d glance sideways and mutter, “Even a cow doesn’t produce this much.” He didn’t mean it as an insult, but it still rubbed Laura the wrong way.

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

I, Whitney Quigley, had been married to my husband, Thomas Walker, for three years. We welcomed our firstborn recently, Oliver Walker. However, I had been struggling due to low breastmilk production, leaving my baby crying with hunger. Looking at my well-endowed figure, I couldn't help but feel upset. I clearly had the volume, so why couldn't I produce milk for my child? Thomas and I had tried various remedies such as taking herbs and supplements, but nothing worked.

Something about taking it was kind of embarrassing, so I kept the big jug of powder in my room so no one knew. After about a week, I started noticing a difference. My breasts were getting fuller, and larger with each passing day. My cup size went up to a C, and then D, and soon I was bursting out of DDs. The change was significant, and I decided to wear baggy clothes at home, and only show them off when I was outside of the house.

“Give me those.” Vren handed them one at a time. “What are these anyway?” “Audrey was complaining she couldn’t breathe in her bras anymore. She asked me to buy her new ones for her comfort,” she says casually. “Apparently her boobs are getting bigger. That’s what pregnancy does to a woman. You know that, right?”

"Ah, it's too bad. I have made an appointment with Jasmine to do a breast-enlarging spa in the evening!" Nina is a little disappointed, "Well, let's make another appointment. You can go with her." Sunny hears Nina's disappointment and hastens to incite her, "Nina, come with us! It's my first time, too. I hears from Jasmine that the spa is really effective. She's done it for half a year, and her bust has increased from B cup to c cup!" Nina is a little suspicious, "Is it really so effective? You're pregnant, can you do the same?"