Breast Inflation Novels & Stories

A shiver of self-consciousness ripples over my skin, turning his warm touch to ice, so I decide to stay frozen. “I’ll be fine,” I try to say, but he shakes his head. “It’ll get worse, and then you could get something called mastitis which will require you to go to a clinic–” I blink, eying him skeptically. “How do you know all of this?” “Cosette bought baby books.” “You read those?” I gape up at him. I’ve been reading them every night–but Sydney? “Yeah, I did.” He slowly massages my breast until I feel all tingling and can barely catch my breath. “You need to relax and work this out. A hot shower will help.” He retreats, and the absence of his touch spreads through my body like an icy wave.

Her hands went to her bloody chest and she cupped her two mountains in her small hands. "Hulk, I think my breasts grew bigger, or don't you think?" Her breasts could never fit in her palms before but now, they were overflowing. "I think becoming an alpha gave me a growth sprout or something. Even my arse got bigger," she looked over her shoulder wanting to look at her ass, forgetting that her lower half was buried underneath the water.

This time there would be no games, and there would be no struggle for control. Her fingers caught hold of the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head before flinging it to the ground below her. She did not have on a bra, so her high and large breasts were exposed for him to see. Upon conducting the examination, her nipples swelled and became more contracted.

Chapter 1 Evelyn’s POV "God, this is embarrassing, but I felt it right here while I was stretching this morning," I said, pointing at the spot on my left breast through my blouse, my fingers pressing lightly like I could make it disappear if I just explained it right. "It's small, like a pea, firm but not hard, and I swear it wasn't there before. My mind went straight to the worst stuff on the drive over—tumor, treatments, me not even making it to thirty. I know I'm probably freaking out over nothing, but I couldn't ignore it."

I reach over, grabbing your nipple, and squeeze it a few times until it enlarges as before, eliciting a gasp from your lips again. I get off the bed, retrieve another scarf from my bag, and move to your other side, repeating the treatment of your other breast until it too is tied off and hanging down. This time, rather than squeezing your nipple between my fingers, I instead lean down, and begin flicking it with my tongue. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

"Looks like someone is hungry '' I said, handing the cookie jar to her. She takes the jar and eats the cookies hungrily. She must be really hungry because she is rushing the cookie. I poured her the juice, placing it beside her. I looked at her quietly as she ate the cookie hungrily. My eyes trailed down her breasts and I noticed they looked bigger. "Is it just me or your breasts look bigger?" I said, sizing it up with my eyes. She looks down at her breast. I moved close to her and cup her breast, I am surprised to see that her breast that usually fits into my hand perfectly is not really fitting inside, it grew bigger. "Ohh it's definitely bigger" I said, slapping it a little "Ouch!" She ye

As expected, she didn't say a word. I pulled out the metal device and kept it aside. "Breast compactors are very good breast torment devices for women. It traps the breast and momentarily reduces blood flow to the breast. The level of tightness is determined by its adjustment. Don't worry, you'll see." Her breath hitched, and I grinned. 'We're just getting started, Aria. Just getting started.

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

Now that her ducts weren't blocked, Chelsey felt much more relaxed. Clara then used an electric breast pump to collect the breast milk for the baby. This way, she could prevent Chelsey's breasts from being inflamed and could even promote milk production. Later, she stored the foremilk in the fridge so that Chelsey could warm it up for the baby when he was hungry. Chelsey had finally passed another hurdle in her life. She slowly made her way to the bathroom and took a shower. Her lower abdomen still hurt, and she'd occasionally experience a jolt of pain.

You can literally see the unevenness around the tender skin, the thin solid bumps of my areola, like pimples… You can see how my breasts dip, too big that they sag down a bit, forming the most delicious paw-paw you’ll ever taste. “Fun fact about my breasts? Guess.” I tease myself and laugh, eyes on the camera, smooth hands on my chest as I let it freely glide down the path, peeling off the fabric, stripping my breasts for the camera, down to my nipples, till both tits are bare. “How they bounce.” I jump up a bit, merry, loving how my breasts bounce recklessly and slap themselves, loosen and bounce up and down. My nightie settles around my waist, useless.