Breast Inflation Novels & Stories

Forsythe interjected angrily. "Sorry, sir," Amir said although Claire could see him giggling behind his hand. "Breasts are composed of adipose tissue, or fat to you, as well as glands, primarily the mammary glands, plus some collagen," Mr. Forsythe intoned. "And of course superficially there is a nipple surrounded by an areola on each." "What do you mean, sir?" "Come, come, boy. Are you telling me you've never seen a pair of breasts?"

The days after the peak heat settled into a slow, heavy rhythm. My belly had grown even larger. The once-gentle curve was now a prominent, taut sphere that dominated my body. The skin stretched tight and shiny in places, marked with faint silvery lines that traced the rapid growth. The weight pulled constantly at my lower back and hips, making every movement deliberate and slow. My breasts felt fuller and heavier. The nipples were dark and constantly leaking small beads of fluid that the alphas eagerly licked away whenever they appeared. Even the lightest touch of air against them sent sharp, tingling sparks straight to my core.

Carla seemed to shrug at my eagerness, but she happily worked with my to tug the thing up and off over her shoulders. And then I knew why she always wore thick, bulky bras. Her mammary flesh may have been non-existent beyond just a gentle swell, but her nipples... Her round, almost strawberry pink aureoles were so puffed up they were like cones, and her nipples jutted above the tips like flag poles. One chilly breeze, and you would have seen her nipples from space without lots of lycra or heavy padding to hide them.

The prominent, swollen knob distended boldly from the very center of the massive curve, begging for attention. What stole my breath most was the way her heavy breast - the one closer to me, to be specific - rested on top of her gut like it was perched upon a smooth, round pedestal. The swollen tit draped heavily over the upper curve of her tummy, its weight pressing down slightly to flatten the underside. I could see then just how massive and pendulous it really was: hanging low and full, her brownish-pink teat pointing slightly downward, water streaming off it so evenly that it looked as though the nipple itself was producing a jet of clear milk.

I could practically see her trying to contain her excitement. “Okay, but I need to know if you have been experiencing any symptoms recently. Like nausea, fatigue, and breast tenderness?” “Yes, actually my stomach has been a bit off.” I touched my breast to check for tenderness but it seemed okay. My only concern is that they were getting bigger, overflowing my usual cup size. It seemed far too early for those kinds of changes. I kept my concern to myself, as I was scared it might reveal that I was further gone than I wanted the doctor to know.

Problems like this were not taboo in the medical world. Elizabeth fell silent as she looked at Nathan. She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Only then did she explain it to the man. “My breasts.” Nathan’s eyes widened at Elizabeth’s blunt answer. “What do you mean?” Was Elizabeth really in pain, or was she deliberately teasing him? “When a breastfeeding mother stops giving her child breast milk, the milk that is not expressed can cause engorgement. The breasts can become very painful and swollen.” Elizabeth explained it in simple terms so that Nathan would understand her condition and stop asking too many questions.

Violeth said while feeling her chest which was getting fuller. Violeth groped and occasionally pressed on her chest which she noticed was getting bigger even though she didn't use any medicine. "Carver, we're going to eat at a restaurant when we get back from the mall." "To the mall? For what?" "It's impossible for me to let mine hang without wearing a cloth cover," Violeth said, pointing to her pair of breasts which, if they were slapped just a little, the lump of supple flesh would wave seductively at the men.

It was bigger than her waist, bigger than her head when she tried to tilt it back, and the skin across it had turned into a shiny map of stretch marks silver on the top, faint pink still showing where the marks were fresh. Her breasts had ballooned into two enormous, veiny balloons that hung heavy and full, constantly leaking thin, watery colostrum that soaked through every bra and shirt she owned. The plugs in her pussy and ass were no longer optional; they were just part of her wardrobe, thick black silicone that never came out anymore unless one of the men decided to take them out for fun. The sex had gotten messier, more desperate, and sometimes a little clumsier because of how big she w

Before beginning his freshman year in college, like Stephanie, he would be taking advantage of one final lazy summer. Greg was hopelessly fixated on Stephanie's breasts, which was the ludicrous reason Stephanie was so irritated with her brother. Stephanie entered her bedroom and took a position in front of the full- length mirror in the corner, sighing at the memory of Greg's testosterone- fueled folly. Her breasts, which were noticeably enlarged beneath her white v-neck short-sleeved t-shirt, caught her attention. She had to confess to herself that her breasts were, in fact, larger than typical for a young, small woman of her short stature (she was only a few inches over five feet tall and

“Ella said you wanted to see me,” Gold remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Gold, please sit down,” commented Ms Sonia, I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Gold sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a Garryer of fact voice, Ms Sonia began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your teen breasts seem to bounce much more than normal, I don’t know why, but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!”