Nikki Brooks Breast Expansion Novels & Stories

My eyes closed and I relaxed in his embrace. I felt him reach down for my shirt, pulling up the edge. He pulled back and I raised my hands, letting him pull the shirt up and off me in one smooth motion. I sat in front of Nicco in my little lacy bra that he bought for me yesterday, my breasts threatening to spill over the cups. Nicco looked down and groaned, dipping his head and kissing the mounds. He reached behind me and unbuckled the bra with one hand. It fell into my lap and my breasts sprang free, the nipples perky in the air-conditioned room. Nicco pushed me backwards and I lay on my back, my hair sprawled across the pillow.

The water level did indeed rise up and come close to the edge. Nikko grabbed my hips and pulled me slowly onto his lap. I leaned back against him, turning my head into his neck. We sat in the tub for a few minutes, just soaking in warmth and relaxation. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down my breathing. That was hard to do when a minute later, Nikko's hands began to massage my body. He started on my arms and shoulders. Then he worked his way down onto my chest, and I moaned as he cupped my breasts and massaged them.

Brook took off her T shirt and played with her own tits while she watched Ray play with Cindy's. She knew her friend was only going to urge her to do it sooner or later anyway, and besides, she really liked the way Ray kept looking at her while he played with his daughter. She'd never admit to anyone else, except maybe Cindy, but Brook was proud of her tits, even if they weren't as big as her friend's. She liked it when she caught people looking at them, especially her step father, of course. For that matter, Brook had liked it when Ray was staring at her pussy, too, and she lifted her ass off the mat and slipped off her panties.

he says, “And show us that beautiful body of yours.” I feel a warm glow in my chest from Maverick’s praise. I pull down the rest of my bodysuit so that I’m wearing just my elaborate one piece lingerie and thigh-high leather boots. Brooks comes up behind me and reaches his hand between my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my folds, wetting his hand with my pussy juice. “Actually, keep this on,” Brooks says as he yanks the thin black ribbon wedged between my ass cheeks, “We can already see everything anyway.”

" Why'd you think? I missed you. My brother never allowed me to come over. He was always the bossy boy. A great bully. He should be rewarded. I have come here several times but the thing is, he always gave orders not to open up the gates for me. He has always been like that since he was a child. So, I hope you have a lot to tell me, I am starving for gist." Nikki brought out her phone, taking several pictures. Of course, how could I forget she was a social media influencer. She's everywhere. F******k, I*******m…TikTok…Twitter.. she had that time. Her make-up was light and it blended with her skin. " I have stories for ya, not lists though. And who helped you with your makeup?" I really wante

I dragged my dress down and bent slightly, trying to see if I could find how big it was. “What are you doing?” Nicki’s voice almost startled me. “Nicki, will it go back to normal? Jimmy drilled a hole down there. I swear, I didn’t know he was that big.” I was pointing down at my private region. “Ouch! Why did you do that?” I yelped when she spanked my head. “It’s elastic, Irish. It’ll always go back to its shape,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just go for a moderate size next time. Look at how petite you are. Wait, shouldn’t you be nursing a broken heart right now?”

"No." "Just your sister, huh?" She says. "Yes." "I don't want to know about that." She says, dismissively. The camera zooms in on my chest and Nicole's voice comes through, "Make your nipples hard, Nick." I watch in amazement as my nipples push out into two little hard points on my chest. The video cuts to a close up shot of my cock and balls. My legs are spread and my knees are bent. Nicole's voice again. "Make your dick hard, Nick." Wow! My cock starts stretching out to its full length, pointing toward the ceiling.

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

She leaned back. “Oh, do you want more” she said, pushing me back onto the couch. She straddled me, opening her robe to expose her amazing tits. They were perky and round. She had had a boob job. Her pink nipples were in attention and in my face. Without thinking I leaned and grabbed her nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it a little, then flicked it with my tongue. She moaned and grabbed a handful on my long hair.

Hell no! "Emily, no, I am not wearing this," I tell her strictly, shaking my head. "But why Nikki? We bought this so you can wear it, right? Not for keeping it as a showpiece in a rack." She scoffs at me. "Look at the dress, Emily?" I tell her, pointing at the dress she is holding. "My boobs will be totally spilling out of that dress." I groan in frustration. "I don't want to grab attention by flashing my breasts."