Jumping Boobs Novels & Stories

Right" Ruby nods. Wearing my dress and with Ruby zipping it up. She beams. "What?" I ask. She's smiling way too widely and weirdly. "I'll be sure to take your measures every week. You never know what's going to happen." "What? What's wrong?" I scoff. "Oh, it was a little difficult to get the zipper to close up on your upper back. Your burst grew" She says dryly and I find myself looking down at my boobs. "They did?" I ask. "They sure did. They used to be as small as ants"

“Babe, I think I need a full body check-up,” I told Jake over the phone, my voice a little hesitant. “I’ve been feeling itchy down there for a couple of weeks, and my boobs get's a bit too tender sometimes. I think it's best to get everything looked at properly.”

Do I need to be as skinny as her? “Poppy? Are you rea—” Jozzer didn't finish his sentence when he saw me still holding my chest. I was wearing a wired bra, so they were pushed up, showing some cleavage. He entered my room and approached me. “What are you doing? Why are you holding your breasts? That’s mine,” he said, his voice deep. “I was just wondering… Do I need to reduce the size of these?” I asked him.

She placed her hands on her hips and stood motionless, allowing the boys to drink in the sight before them. "Oh my god..." said Max. "Hahaha! You just can't get enough of mommy's boobs, huh?" she asked. "Yeah..." they both muttered again. With a permanent smile on her face, she again started bouncing up and down on her feet again, her breasts bouncing and shaking with her. When she shook her chest from side to side, the boys noticed how heavy her tits seemed to be. Her perfect light brown nipples kept their eyes magnetized directly to them.

Justin rumbled deeply. As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples. Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection. "Is my body OK?" she asked, Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure. "Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.

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

They bounced against each other, her rippling cleavage making him drool. Cassy could feel Jamar's burning vision against her chest, watching her boobs bounce and shake. She could feel his eyes staring right at her barely concealed nipples, staring at the hard and pierced nipples through the lace. And she let him stare as she stepped between his spread legs and flicked her hair over her shoulder, letting him have an unobstructed view of her double E cups.

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.

I know I shouldn’t fret but waiting and seeing feels like an insurmountable challenge. *Will* “Hey, I hope it’s okay to say this, but I think it might feel a little weird at first… you know, you having, like, real boobs,” I say as we lie side by side on my bed, the familiar comfort of our friendship wrapping around us like a warm blanket. She cups her small breasts through her t-shirt, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Yeah, it will probably feel weird for me too, but also exciting. Honestly, I might be so thrilled that I won’t even want to let you touch them at first.”

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.