Breast Inflation Novels & Stories

Enough of both of them to curse me with longing. Every hair on my bare flesh came alive. It was almost impossible to think and hold a thought. "What the fuck?" I mouthed to myself. My breasts felt heavier. Fuller. I kicked the sheets aside and got off the bed. I stormed into the bathroom hoping there would be a mirror there and there was one just above the sink. I stood in front of it and stared at my breasts through the mirror. They had somehow gotten bigger. I was very cautious of my body and I could tell the slightest change but this was more than just a slight change. The damned thing was everywhere. My nipples looked puffed up too.

Felicity sighed in relief and whispered, "Dr. Steven, the something hyperplasia, is it severe?" "No need to be afraid, breast hyperplasia is actually considered to be common in comparison. It's usually related to the level of hormones in the body. Conditions such as a woman's mood fluctuations and high-pressure during work could easily cause these problems to occur. It's not considered a huge problem and doesn't require any medication under normal circumstances. Just stay happy, return for regular check-ups, and you'll be fine." Felicity's heart could finally rest easy in her chest, and she stared at Dr. Steven with starstruck eyes. "Dr. Steven, you're amazing. Just by touching, you can know

I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection. I couldn't recognize myself one bit. My eyes were sunken red, my hair was looking thinner, my cheekbones were protruding more than normal, and last but not least, there was a dark bump on my forehead. The bump hurt when I rubbed it with my finger. Wincing, I put my hand down. My eyes traveled down my naked body. My boobs were a lot bigger than I could remember. I cupped them and squeezed a little. They hurt, to say the least. I noticed that my areola were darker and my nipples were puffier. I had read somewhere that pregnancy increased the size of a woman's breasts.

“Of course, mine are completely natural! Why do I need to do surgery when they’re shaped like peaches? They are not too hard or too soft, and they are of an adequate size! Furthermore, it’s so obvious if you’ve done surgery nowadays. If you lie down, you’ll immediately be exposed. I’m telling you. They say that after lying down, artificial breasts won’t become flat because they were made arched!” “…” Christian involuntarily looked at her breasts again. He forcibly shifted his gaze and said, “You sure know a lot.”

he says, staring at them with a focused intensity. I look down at myself, cupping them. “You don’t like it?” “No, baby, of course I do,” Ben smiles. “I’m just pointing out a difference.” I shrug, readjusting myself on his lap to get closer. “Well, I didn’t do anything. I don’t know why,” I say. “Do you know what it typically means when a woman has swollen, heavy breasts?” Ben asks. I shake my head, my brow furrowing.

“We’ll keep it until the little guzzler here goes onto a bottle.” “I don’t know when that will be.” She pouted. “Look how big my breasts are swelling up with milk. They’re even beginning to leak.” They were certainly stretching her nightgown to its limits of stretchability, Micheal observed, and suddenly had a flash of Lucia in the elevator, her arms hugging her rib cage, her breasts pushed up, surely far more voluptuous than they used to be.

God, if there were an award for being a fool, I’d win first place. “No, you can’t,” he murmured. His eyes lingered too long, roaming over me. “Your body’s changing,” he said softly. “Your boobs… they’re getting bigger.” My stomach clenched. That was exactly what I’d read—that breasts grew first, not the stomach. The body prepared early, ready to hold milk. So that I can feed baby nutrition once it is delivered. “Shut up with your nonsense,” I snapped and adjusted the bikini. I stepped away as I tried to drag his attention somewhere else.

Irene actually felt relieved by that—this was the Isaac Jefferson she knew. With that, she allowed him to feed her, and he patiently did so until she was finished. He then started to scoop a bowl of chicken soup that Mrs. Watson brought, but she waved him off. "I'm full." She was worried that she would lactate even more if she ate too much, and the ensuing swelling would just hurt her further. Isaac then poured her a glass of water, and she took a few sips before lying down. When he helped her, he inadvertently brushed against her breast, causing her to wince.

Calista didn't respond. "Don't indulge him. If I were you, I would go parading a different man around every day. I want him to cry." She remembered a news article she had seen before. "I hear crying too much can lead to breast hyperplasia." Yara stared at her in shock. "Can men get that disease too?" "Do men not have mammary glands?" "I'm sorry for being illiterate. I'll watch more educational content and play fewer games. I'll even watch proper soap operas from now on," Yara joked before growing serious.

They called us their breeding machines. "So we told her I was pregnant to get her of our back, and that was a fake pregnancy tummy. Inflatable. And it popped this morning when I was trying to put it on," I was pretty sure my jaw was on the ground but the end of her sentence. Inflatable tummy Do they even exist? Well of course, in all tv series and movies, the actor didn't get pregnant over night, there was a fake tummy. I just didn't realise, people in real life used that stuff. Jesus, all the limits to tell her mother in law to back off.