Breast Growth Stories Novels & Stories

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

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

Ethereal, that’s what it felt like. I paused in front of the mirror, tilting my head. Had I… grown taller? I blinked, trying to remember the last time I had really looked at myself. My body had always lagged behind. Malnourishment does that. My childhood was a blur of thin limbs and hollow cheeks. My breasts didn’t start developing until I was sixteen, and even then, they grew shyly, like they weren’t quite sure they belonged. But now… I studied my reflection with quiet disbelief. My chest looked fuller, rounder. My old bra, uncomfortable and tight, had been left on the dresser. The dress hugged me just right, even without it.

“And I want you to grow up into a gorgeous woman who puts on a pair of stilettos and slays. You will, I can tell already, but I wish it wasn’t happening quite so fast.” There’s worry in her voice, but that’s not my fault. I look down at my body, still naked under my towel while the lotion sinks in. Cleavage, hips. Dips and arcs. I might be hairless, but that’s where it stops. “Your breasts are getting bigger, too,” she says. “I could care less.” “I couldn’t care less.” “Whatever.”

No big deal! Except my breasts were a big deal. And growing. Daily. Christ. After a week of getting no attention whatsoever, they were so full, it was sometimes hard to concentrate. My body was still trying to provide milk for my daughter, but she wasn't draining it from me anymore. I started to look that up online. I found so many articles, it wasn't even funny. But most of them agreed that what I was experiencing was normal, and that the sensation would go away eventually. I guess that meant my body would get to a point where it stopped producing so much milk. Based on what I studied, it seemed that female bodies would attempt to produce exactly how much milk was needed and then some. The

as she started to finger my pussy I took both my hands and slowly ran them up over my big pair of tits. I might not have known how to finger myself, but playing with my tits, I knew. I have been playing with them since I started to grow them. I often wondered if that was why they had gotten so big. I ran my hands in a circle as I worked my hands up my tits. I squeezed at my tits lightly as I worked my hands to my nipples. I lightly rubbed both index fingers across my nipples. They grew instantly hard as my finger touched them.

I sucked her clit while my finger moving in and out yarning moans as I can feel her getting frustrated as I went faster than before as she trembled and cum all over my mouth. I again hovered over her, I grasped the stripes of her bra and peeling it from her and revealing her two bosom before my eyes, and this time I noticed it’s bigger than before. “Shit! It’s big now.”- These words came out without any second thought as my hand cupped her breast before sucking them as Aurora smiles lightly and her words came out whisper, “It was way bigger than this when I gave birth.” “Shit !! Drinking milk from breast it’s one of my fantasy and I have fucking missed this.”- I said as I again started to su

I still haven't told Benson and I know I needed to do it as soon as possible. He almost found out, the last time he slept with me he commented how my body is adding weight. He said 'May, why are your breasts increasing and your stomach rounding?' I had replied that it is as a result of too much food. I told him that I had been eating more than necessary, and that's why I am increasing in weight. Although it is not totally a lie, I have been eating too much recently more than my usual appetite but I know it was as a result of the child growing in me.

She still acted like that little girl, even when she was far from being little. Her curves proved that, her breasts, too. They had grown and were even bigger than her mum's. She had helped them, though, taking supplements and always rubbing her breasts each night just so they could get bigger. Her hard work was rewarded. Now, with a small waist, an arse any woman would kill for, and watermelon breasts, she was every man's dream, though the only man she wanted at the moment was her daddy. “Move over, honey, you're crushing your father,” May, her mum, said from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her wine.

This lady did all these. What started as a small sickness became uncontrollable. One day, she discovered a small boil in her armpit. She was applying medication and felt it would go in good time. The boil kept on growing until it covered the whole of her armpit. As if that was not enough, another boil was growing in the other armpit. What they thought was an ordinary boil became an unusual boil with unusual growth. She was rushed to the hospital. Other boils broke out all over her body. She was in deep pain. Drugs could no longer work. The doctors were confused.