Breast Expansion Video Novels & Stories

Poppy. Before I could open my mouth, my husband grabbed the remote and turned on the large TV mounted on the wall. The screen lit up with crystal-clear, high-definition footage. On it, the door to the bathroom opens and Brenda very seductively walks out. She was now out of her dress and her long brown hair was down. She wore a black corset that really highlights her curvy flesh. The video clearly showed the tops of her black silk stockings being held by a garter to her corset.

She talked in a low tone as though she were running out of breath, fighting off the tears that threatened to escape her eyes. Her eyes went up a bit, and she noticed some changes in her breast. They became fuller than they initially were before. She cupped both of them in her hands and squeezed gently as she chuckled lightly. She lifted her dress to see her bare breast in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she cupped her bare beast and hung the nipple in between her fingers, causing her to feel a tingling sensation around her breast. After a while of examining her breasts, she pulled down her cloth to cover it and walked back into her room.

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I clicked play. The video started with soft music and her sultry voice greeting the camera. She wore nothing but sheer black thigh-highs. Her hands roamed slowly at first, cupping heavy breasts, thumbs circling stiff pink nipples until they stood hard and begging. She pinched them, tugged them, moaned low and genuine as her hips rolled. My own nipples tightened under my thin T-shirt in response, a sudden throb between my legs surprising me.

A push-up will help with the cleavage. “The strap will show in the back. Us this.” Kelly said as she threw some rubbery, latex feeling boobs at me with a clip in the middle. Going back into the bathroom, I could position the sticky bra on me and clasp it together. Successfully pushing my breast together, giving me for volume. Going back out, “How’s that?” “Perfect!” Kelly said as she smiled at me. “Not too sexy for the future queen to wear?” I asked, feeling a little too sexy.

she whispered. Nancy helped me out of my shirt. My breasts felt unbearably heavy and sore. Avery’s eyes widened as she caught our reflection in the mirror. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Your boobs are… massive. Is that normal?” “Completely,” Nancy said, already setting up the breast pump on the counter. She guided me to sit on the closed toilet lid. The pump clicked on, its steady hum filling the bathroom. The suction burned, and I gripped the sink hard as milk began dripping into the bottles.

To be in somewhere without having to wear a corset or something was the best feeling ever. I took a look at my breasts and they weren’t growing any smaller. In fact, it seemed to me like they had increased in size. “Even if you increase to the size of a watermelon, I’m going to find a corset that will pin you down.” I said to it like it was human that could hear all that I was saying. I picked up a soap and used it to rub my body so the water could gradually foam up the more i applied it on my body.

I worked one finger into her carefully, finding her still slick and open from earlier, then added a second until she was breathing in short, controlled pulls, and only when I was certain she could take the stretch did I replace my fingers with the slender plug and press it slowly inward until the flared base rested flush against her. “Thank me,” I reminded her, and the soft, slightly breathless words she offered in response were enough. I helped her upright again, then lifted the nipple clamps and showed her the small rubber tips and the connecting chain before I closed the first one around the already tightened peak of her left breast. The soft sound she made when the pressure settled was h

The video started playing on his screen; a clear footage of him fucking me, my face buried in the pillow, his cock sliding in and out of me. “Watch,” he ordered, leaving no room for arguments. He made me lie on my back with my legs spread. Then he started stroking my cock slowly while the video played. Every time I got close to coming, he stopped his hand completely. “Eyes on the screen,” he said when I tried to look away. On the video, Grant was breeding me deep. I could hear my own quiet moans. My face looked desperate. The sight made me even harder. Grant edged me for almost an hour.

My free hand squeezed my breast harder. I was getting close. My legs started to tremble. The pressure built deep inside me like a tight coil ready to snap. Faster. Harder. I chased that edge, moaning louder without caring. “Please… I need it,” I gasped to the empty room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while my fingers plunged deep. Right then, I heard it. A soft click from the door. My eyes flew open. The video kept playing, loud and filthy. I froze with my hand still buried between my legs. My t-shirt had ridden up, exposing my bare stomach and soaked panties pushed to the side. My face burned red as I turned my head.