Breast Expansion Story Novels & Stories

He lightly pinches the extra layer under my breasts, proving how NOT skinny I am. We laughed about that extra layer a few weeks ago, and I'm fully aware that I'm on the meaty side. I have no qualms about this since I know I'm not exactly overweight but not a skinny either, I'm right in the middle. "Don't lose any. I'm loving your new size," he squeezes my breasts gently. When I arrived last Friday, he noticed how my breasts have somewhat grown bigger. When I carried Liam and Cruz, the same thing happened. My girls bloomed as early as six weeks.

My eyes widen in surprise and I get up to greet him as he walks inside. I'm not sure what we are celebrating. He is all dressed up and I might have been mistaken. Was he coming from work? Was he heading to work afterwards? I was wearing nothing fancy. A large shirt that allowed me to pump and a baggy and comfy pair of pants offered me enough mobility and freedom to freely stretch and sit as I wished to. My breasts were swollen and almost always leaking. It felt as if i was a damn cow. They said that storing the milk for later was a great thing to do, so I was just doing as I have been told.

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

Her hands would cup the undersides, thumbs circling the areolas before pinching and squeezing, drawing out those precious drops. It wasn't a full flow yet, just frustrating dribbles that left her panting and frustrated, but she knew it was building, her body preparing. The size increase was undeniable, her once-perfect C-cups now pushed toward D, spilling over the edges of her old lingerie. Sometimes the pain hit like a vise, so intense that tears welled in her eyes and she'd bite her lip to stifle a cry.

**** [[1 ~ Jenni]] This may sound funny, but I've always prided myself on the size of my breasts. I'm pretty small in general, not being very tall nor wide. Despite my petite frame, my cup size had been a solid "C" since I was sixteen. However, I've been pregnant twice, and both times my boobs expanded enough that I had to bump my bras one size larger, going from C-cups to D-cups (and one band size bigger, too.) And that boost was really quite meaty on such a small body. I didn't mind, of course. As I said, I liked my boobs. But then something unexpected happened...

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.

They were the ones enjoying everything. Fortunately, they'd already been punished accordingly. I pulled out my phone and canceled all the orders I'd placed for products to help grow my boobs. Later, whenever I ran into familiar faces, they would ask, "Didn't you used to have a sizeable chest, Sabrina? Why has it shrunk? Do you need a man to help you with that?" I would smile at them before giving them the middle finger. "It has nothing to do with you. Mind your own business, jackass."

Kelly repeated. “It’s a machine one of the other guys modified after a lot of study,” Janet replied. “It’s been developed to strengthen the muscles that support the breasts. As you’ve probably guessed, we’re not allowed to wear bras. We don’t even own any, anymore. My tits are now about double-D, and are always heavy with milk. My muscles supporting them really get a workout.” She began to work the machine as the girls watched. As the large LED counter passed 75, she was visibly slowing. At that point a man entered the room. He was about six feet two and very well built. Janet gasped out an introduction: “This is my husband, Brian.”

I know you want this, babe, " I teased, rubbing the head against my slick folds. "Fuck, yes!" I loved the urgency in his voice. He thrust up, but I pulled back, standing to push my tits together around his shaft. Breast fucking was something I learned from Joan. She said back then that my breast was big enough to satisfy whomever I was fucking with. It was something I'd fantasized about doing with my boyfriend but as always, he never satisfied me. We never actually did it because he couldn't even last for a full twenty minutes in bed with me, not to talk of fucking my breast. So now, I decided to try it with Mark. I know very well that my best friend's tits weren't as big as mine and she mig

By the time I reach the clinic, I'm nearly crying from the desperate need for relief. "Let me see." He doesn't bother with pleasantries. I pull off my shirt and bra with trembling hands. My breasts are visibly larger now, veined with blue lines, swollen tight to the point of pain, my nipples dark and distended. A bead of milk forms as I watch, rolling down the curve of my breast like a white tear. "Beautiful." His voice is lower than usual, rougher. "Your body has responded exceptionally well. Better than any patient I've had. Let's relieve some of that pressure."