Breast Inflation Novels & Stories

Although I didn't understand what it was, I still obediently lay on the bed and let them unbutton my clothes. “Your Highness, you can't wear this kind of underwear anymore. Men like big breasts, and if you want to please Sir Nuri Rodriguez, you have to take care of Your breasts.” To please Nuri Rodriguez? What does that have to do with the size of my breasts? Their big hands kept rubbing my breasts. I felt some pain, but I could only grit my teeth. “After the massage, your breasts will get bigger.” I wasn't sure if my breasts were getting bigger, but after their massage, my breasts started to tingle a little. I slipped my hand over my chest and a strange feeling came over me.

The days blurred into a monotonous rhythm for Katherine, each one marked by the insistent throb in her breasts that grew sharper with every dose of the medication she took. The ache had evolved from a dull discomfort to a relentless pressure, the skin stretched taut and hypersensitive. She found herself retreating to the privacy of her bathroom multiple times a day, locking the door and peeling off her top to confront the changes in the mirror.

He pulled out a set of golden acupuncture needles and said quietly, "Bear with it, this might hurt a little." Then, he began the treatment. Isabelle's cheeks flushed red, and though her mind seemed to wander, she followed all of Andrew's instructions without complaint. Andrew said as he worked, "Belle, breast enhancement isn't rare. There are plenty of ways to do it. Most people just go for implants or fillers, making them as big as they want. But I don't think you'd want that, would you?"

Expanding and bubbling. He was swelling, not like muscle bulking up or like a wolf shifting. No, this was unnatural, distorted. A slow, grotesque inflation, as if someone was forcefully pumping cursed air into every part of him, stretching his skin to its limit. His shoulders grew uneven. His limbs ballooned, his chest rose unnaturally high, then dropped, then rose again like something alive was crawling inside him. The entire arena fell into a dead silence. There were no taunts, no cheers or even the wind dared whisper.

answered the blue-eyed girl. "Mom, if I wear this dress, it's because it fits me better than others," Elyse answered with her hands on her hips. "Have you gotten breast implants?" Alice asked, noticing that her middle daughter's breasts had increased slightly. "You know I've always told you that men don't like it when women get breast implants." "Mom, I haven't gotten breast implants. You know I'm not into surgeries," Elyse complained. "And before you say anything, I already have enough bust as it is."

Indifferently, he said, “The shape of your breasts is not bad. They’re quite perky, so they probably aren’t artificial.” What the hell! “Of course mine are real. Why would I need surgery when they’re shaped like peaches? Not too hard, not too soft, just the right size.” I face him, “You know, it’s so obvious who has done surgery now-a-days. When you lie down, artificial breasts won’t flatten because they are made arched!” Kayden involuntarily looked at my breasts again before shifting his gaze. “You sure know a lot.” “That’s a given. I have a very extensive scope of knowledge.”

He removed my shirt easily, revealing my swollen breasts. "They keep getting bigger and bigger," I noticed that too. They keep growing, and I think it's normal since he loves squeezing them. "Ohh, Cole Aiden," I tilted my head back as I felt his hot tongue on my breast's surface, his other hand playing with my nipple. He took turns putting my nipples in his mouth. He removed my shirt easily, revealing my swollen breasts. "They keep getting bigger and bigger," I noticed that too. They keep growing, and I think it's normal since he loves squeezing them.

At that moment, Vanessa slipped a hand into her tube dress and lifted her breasts higher. “Hmm, needs more silicone. Do you think I should upgrade to an E cup?” Vanessa asked, her eyes still locked at her own reflection. Jane blinked rapidly, unsure of what to say. Her own breasts were ballooning from having just given birth and for the life of her, Jane couldn’t wait for them to return to their normal size. Right now, the weight of her breasts was killing her but she dared not tell the brunette how having Dolly Parton’s boobs was probably not the best choice.

they were full again, heavy, leaking into the cloth binding she wore beneath her habit to hide the evidence. "Father, I produce milk. Even though I've never been pregnant. Never nursed a child. My breasts....they've always produced milk since puberty. It's a medical condition. Hyperlactation, the doctors called it. I have to... relieve the pressure regularly. Every day. Sometimes multiple times a day." She heard Father Henry's sharp intake of breath. "Go on," he said, his voice rough now.

His shadow returned to haunt me. "Ugghh, don't play roughly, dear, slowly, I'm sick," She said softly in my ear. Beatrice never complained of pain, she was getting wilder if I crushed the nipple and squeezed her breasts roughly. I stopped and saw the breasts; the color became slightly red, indicating inflammation. Her face turned into the panicked face of Adelle while holding her breasts, which had slightly changed. "You're too excited, this can't be squeezed like that. You have to be careful!" She was angry and immediately ran into the room. Is that fake?