Novel & Cerita Breast Expansion Story

I was Victoria Smith, the girlfriend of Jack Anderson, one of the wealthy heirs of the upper society in our city. But very soon, I would not be his girlfriend anymore. That was because I wanted to teach him a lesson. Why did I not break up with him like a decent person before getting together with someone else? Well, he brought this upon himself. He disliked my figure, and he kept pressuring me to get breast reduction surgery. What was even more irritating was that he even had a second account to talk to other women behind my back.

Once accomplished, I cleaned up the remnants of Geoffrey’s sexual onslaught. Explaining what happened behind closed doors with my fiancé to my doctor was incredibly embarrassing, but I saw no other option. My breasts had developed a mind of their own and, since Geoffrey hadn’t used protection, I was worried about the possibility of being pregnant again. Doctor Joyce Moran had been my gynecologist for ten years, which made it a little easier—although not by much—to seek her medical advice. She assured me that sometimes breasts behaved in the way my breasts had and they would settle down soon. As if reading my mind, she cautioned me against allowing anyone but my baby to suckle, since this cou

If there were a yearbook caption for most boring student that would be me. I dreamed every night about breast reduction surgery. Eighteen was the magic age, but the cost was prohibitive unless a doctor felt my breasts caused back problems. At seventeen and eighteen I wasn't that lucky. I began wearing sports bras in a size too small. They were cheap and mashed my boobs down tight. I swore off muscled jocks forever.

Third person's POV Derek slowly pulled down her pajamas. Tabitha did not stop him. With the dim light from outside, he could see her slender back and the beautiful lines of her waist. She was too thin. To be honest, holding such a thin Tabitha felt more prickly than before. Probably because she had given birth to three children, her breasts had not shrunk but had actually increased by one cup size. Her breasts were still full and not sagging.

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.

He began to fondle it. “Have I told you that your breast are becoming fuller these past few days?” He asked with a crease of his brows. Initially, he knew how small my boobs were. They weren’t full the way they are now. Before it doesn’t fit in his hands properly, but now it does. It was perfect.

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.

I squirmed from his clutches and I didn't realize the bulge pressed between my legs grew bigger. "It is inappropriate!" I exclaimed. "Then cover your mouth if you don't want to be heard." He continued undressing me and I gulped. The top dress had been loosened after pulling out the strings and he exposed my large breasts. My nips were perking out and swollen from last night's events. They were…bigger than I remembered. Varick was to be blamed for this newfound discovery as he had a knack of kneading, squeezing and biting my breast as he grew fond of them.

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?"