Dean found himself walking through the Quad in almost a daze, bumping into
people left and right. All the traffic that was zipping around him couldn't sway
his mind from it's current course. That afternoon, Dean had been to a little
five and dime store, run by a old woman who was very sweet. She had so many
wrinkles that it was had to tell where her lips were, but her voice had been
soft and understanding. As soon as Dean had entered the store, the woman had
walked up to him and said, "I know what you are looking for." This startled
Dean, but not looking to cause the woman grief, he followed her to the back of
the store. There, she opened a little chest and pulled out a green ornate glass
vial that was filled with about 30 speckled little candy- like pieces. He had
begun to ask what this was all about, but the woman just moved her hands to her
lips and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling like a diamond. She put the vial
into his hands and he could feel her tough, worn skin scrape against his. After
leading him up to the register, she rang up ten cents on the old, dusty machine.
Dean, not wanting to be rude, dug into his jeans pocket and brought out two
nickels and placed them on the counter. Not able to suppress his curiosity any
longer, he asked, "But what are these? And why do you think I want..." "Those
are what we call "Ego boosters" round these parts. Mind you, only take as many
as you think you need. They only last for a while, so you be sure and save them,
you hear?" With that the old lady turned around and headed for another customer
that had wandered in the door. Dean took the vial and placed it in his front
pocket, then headed out the door. That was an hour ago. Since then, all Dean
could concentrate on was what the woman had said and what he was going to do.
BLAM! Dean slammed to the ground after letting out a "ummmph" from someone
impacting into his side. He rolled over on the grass to see a pair of shapely
legs reaching toward the sky, a sleek pair of roller blades attached to the end
of them. The legs fell to the ground, revealing the familiar face of Liz,
beginning to get red with anger and embarrassment. "Hey bud, why don't
you....oh...Hi Dean." Liz recovered. "I didn't mean to run into you like that.
You really should watch where you're going, though." Dean had gotten to his feet
and was helping Liz up, but since she wasn't quite adept with her blades yet,
the process was proving difficult. Desperate to try and get her from her prone
position in the middle of all this foot traffic, he stood over her legs and
grabbed both her arms and heaved up. Liz managed to get to her feet, only to
lose balance and begin falling backward, taking Dean with her. The two of them
landed on the ground in a highly awkward position, and Liz being the flirt she
was, couldn't pass it up. "Say Dean, is that a Lifesavers in your pocket or did
you just see a football player?" "Funny," retorted Dean, "No, I just stole your
dildo and you caught me." After a minute, they were able to untangle themselves
and Liz undid her blades in order to remain vertical. As she was doing so, Dean
stood there and admired her shape. She was about 5'2", with shoulder length
curly blond hair, pale green eyes, a slim body and tiny waist, and she was
wearing a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, two sizes too big for
her tiny frame. It was tucked into her cut-off jeans. Standing up after removing
the blades, she walked towards Dean and gave him a hug. "Haven't seen you in a
while. I thought I saw you...what is this lump here?" she asked as she shoved
her hand into the front pocket with the vial. "Oh, just something I got today."
Dean replied, trying to act nonchalant. Liz retrieved the vial and held it up to
the sun. She rattled it around and then made like she was going to open it. Dean
started to say something, but seeing that he was concerned about it, Liz hid it
from Dean's sight. "Is this for some special girl?" Liz teased. "No...it's...ummm...for
me, actually." stammered Dean. He was beginning to get a little concerned, for
he did not know what they actually were, and didn't want Liz to know. His brain
was quickly trying to find an explanation that would satisfy her curiosity and
return the vial to him without incident. "Is it some sort of drug?" "No...it's..candy
actually. Very old candy that I'm going to test in Chemistry to see if I can
determine it's ingredients." Dean smiled inside after giving such a good answer
on the spot. That should do it, he thought. "Well, I'll see if I can help,"
answered Liz as she popped out the cork and chugged down a pill before Dean knew
what was happening. His heart froze as he saw he do this and he leapt toward her
in vain, thinking he could possibly hit her in the back or something if she
started to gag. But she didn't. She swallowed the candy in nothing flat and told
him it tasted like it was cherry. Dean watched nervously as Liz smacked her lips
and thanked him for the treat. She seemed to be OK, and as a little time went
by, nothing happened. Dean felt relieved, but not enough that he didn't worry
about getting back the rest of the vial. "Hah hah...ok...joke's over. Gimme back
my candy." Liz pulled back and teased him with the vial, not letting him reach
it. Then she got a mean look on her face and said, "You wouldn't be getting all
worked up like this over some science project. This is just some silly candy you
got at the store and you didn't want to share with little ole me. Well, just for
that..." Dean watched in horror as Liz emptied the entire contents of the vial
into her mouth, chewing the pills and eventually swallowing them. Liz let out a
big sigh as the last of it went down and she pat her tummy like a little child
and said, "All gone." Dean waited for her to drop dead or clutch her heart from
a seizure or anything, but as she picked up her roller blades and slung them
over her shoulder, she seemed to be fine. He stood there silent as Liz returned
the glass vial to him and then gave him a short kiss on the lips, saying, "That
will teach you not to share." Liz began to say her good-byes, but Dean wouldn't
hear of it. He insisted on walking her back to her apartment. Liz pointed out
that it was no where near his place and that he would be late for the class if
he did walk her back. But given his concern for what had just happened, his mind
could not be changed. The pair walked amongst the crowd of students changing
classes, Liz watching carefully where she stepped now that she was barefooted.
Dean watched closely out the corner of his eye during the walk, but it was tough
since everyone was bumping and jarring the two. Halfway across...Dean ran into a
friend who was heading to class, so he decided to stop and ask him to get the
notes from that day and the pair stood there, swapping instructions and phone
numbers. Meanwhile, Liz stood there with a bored expression on her face as the
two men chatted. Checking to make sure they weren't looking at her, she re-
adjusted her new elasto-bra she had gotten the previous day. It was guaranteed
to make a bust look bigger, and that was something she wanted. Her B-cupped
figure was something she wasn't proud of, although no one had ever said anything
bad about it, it was just something she wished was different. She knew that bust
size was not important and she really didn't want a guy liking her due to the
size of her chest, but to be able to wear a strapless dress and not have it fall
down all the time was something she dreamed of. She fixed her "unbreakable" bra
and then scanned a look around the moving crowd to see if anyone she knew was
about. Standing on her toes after she thought she saw her roommate heading to
class, she dropped back to her heels and noticed something was a bit different;
her chest bounced a little. She repeated the movement and again she felt a
unfamiliar bounce in her bosom. Attributing it to her new bra, she gave it no
further thought until she felt a building tingling sensation around her private
parts. Thinking she was experiencing a hot flash, she quickly began to think of
dead kitten as such, but the sensation continued to get stronger. She was
starting to get really...horny? This couldn't be. There was no reason for this
at all, but she was really getting worked up. Even her nipples were tingling a
bit, and as she secretly moved her arm across her chest in a quick motion to try
and numb the feeling, she was shocked to feel more resistance there then there
should have been. Slowly, she looked down at her shirt, and saw nothing
different at first, cause she had on a oversized shirt, but when she ran her
hands down the side of it to stretch it taut, she was surprised to see her
figure looking more like a C-cupped girls then her own, even with her new bra.
Quickly she raised her head and shut her drooped-open mouth, making sure no one
was watching her. As she looked around, she centered her attention on her chest
mentally, lightly jumping up and down so no one could notice her. Again she was
answered with even more bobbing motion, even after she stopped moving. Something
was definitely happening. Liz tried desperately to get her mind off this,
thinking she was either hallucinating or going crazy, and she began picking the
flecks of dirt off her roller blades, centering all her attention on that task.
But as time wore on, the tingling feeling was still coming on strong and her
intermittent brushes against her own chest were making it clear that she was
indeed experiencing something. She dropped her room keys that she was using on
her roller blades and bent over to pick them up. When she got vertical again,
she noticed that the strain on her bra was beginning to pull the straps into her
skin a little bit. Glancing down again at her chest, she gasped at the sight of
her own chest beginning to actually show in this large shirt, a sight which had
never been before. She then decided that it was time to take matters into her
own hands. Liz bent over slightly so that she didn't show anymore, and nervously
tapped Dean on the shoulder. Dean turned around and looked at her. She smiled
slightly and said, "Dean, hon, I gotta get going...do you think you could talk
with him later?" When Dean started to explain that he needed to make sure that
his friend understood everything that he needed, Liz gave up and whispered, "I'm
having a little trouble". Dean looked at her quizzically, and then thought that
she needed to go to the bathroom and told her to hold it. She then gave up on
trying to hide her problem and stood up a bit straighter and gave Dean a quick
look at her "growing concerns." Instantly Dean told his friend good-bye and
started walking swiftly with Liz under his arm, she walking a little hunched
over to try and conceal her chest. Dean whispered, "What are you doing? You
trying to get me all excited with those fake.. " "They're not fake,
Dean...something is happening to me...my breasts are growing. I can actually
feel them inflating. What's going on? Wait.. What was in those pills I took?"
Dean explained the whole story to her as they tried to make it quickly across
the quad. Liz punched him in the arm when he told her about the pills, telling
him he should have warned her. Dean tried to plead his case, but it didn't
matter now. Liz's chest was near a D-cup now, and she noticed that they seemed
to be expanding faster as time passed. She was almost walking with her back
hunched at a 45 degree angle now so that she didn't show any curves, looking
rather silly. Dean dove his hand into his pocket and retrieved the vial again.
He studied it, trying to find anything on it that might help, and noticed some
writing on the bottom of the cork. It read: Ego Builders: Take one each night
and triple your doubt. Find happiness and all will be as it should. Dean thought
carefully and then realized what was happening: Liz must have doubted that her
chest attracted men and they were now tripling in size, but she had taken 30
pills, so that meant... "Oh my god!" both Dean and Liz said as they figured out
the meaning. Liz started breathing heavy, which wasn't helping conceal her
chest. Dean could do nothing but continue walking faster towards Liz's place.
Maybe there he could find the number of the store and call and get some answers
to Liz's problems. Now across the Quad, Dean decided to take the untraveled back
roads to get her home, so as to not draw any more attention to her. As soon as
they were out of sight, Liz stopped for a second to catch her breath. She stood
upright and Dean's eyes widened as he saw for the first time Liz's breasts, now
near E-cup sized. Her formerly loose flannel shirt looked almost perfect for her
now, not too loose or tight, just right for her figure. Liz saw this too and
looked in the reflection of a parked car's window to see her new shape. A quick
feeling of awe and liking faded fast when she realized that they were not
stopping. Her bra straps were really starting to dig into her sides a bit, but
she didn't feel like undoing the front clasp and have herself swinging free. She
noticed Dean's eyes affixed on her chest and again the sensations of her almost
throbbing crotch began to wash over her, but both of them quickly untraced and
continued their trek to her place. Deciding to run, the two began a trot towards
the high-rise apartment complex not one block away. Liz draped her left arm over
her chest to keep it from bouncing around, but so was so much of it now that is
was tough. Dean noticed too that he was getting a bit hard himself, and
chastised himself for getting excited at Liz's expense. As they approached the
lobby, Dean left Liz outside to make sure the coast was clear. Liz stood out of
sight and surveyed herself. Her bra was not getting any tighter on her now, just
stretching out. She stood upright and stared at her chest. She could actually
see her shirt moving slowly outward from her body, her inflating boobs pushing
it away. As she watched, she could start to see the space between the buttons
begin to spread apart slightly. Fearing she might lose her shirt before getting
to her room, she placed her hands on her chest and pressed them into her.
Instantly, waves of pleasure washed over her as her hands mashed her enlarged
nipples into her own breast. She could feel some fluid rushing inside her tits,
blowing them up like balloons. The weight of the fluid was great, but for some
reason her chest wasn't sagging that much. She pressed harder and again pleasure
swam through her chest and down to her privates. Already wet, she noticed that
each push made her even wetter. Dean came out and gave her the all clear sign.
Liz removed her hands and her breasts filled out to their normal position,
making Dean almost cum right there. Her boobs were as big as volleyballs, and
even he could see that they were inflating a bit. Liz walked behind Dean past
the front desk and over to the elevator that Dean had waiting for them. "Now why
did I have to live on the 16 floor?" thought Liz. The doors closed and up shot
the elevator. Dean turned to ask Liz if she was alight. Liz smiled weakly and
said she felt no pain somehow, but that she thought that they'd better hurry up
and get to her room, cause she could feel herself getting bigger even faster and
that her shirt was getting too tight. As if on cue, the elevator stopped on the
4th floor and the doors started to open. A group of 6 guys going out to play
basketball started to pile in, and Dean though quickly and maneuvered Liz into
the back corner with his back pressed against her front to conceal her. He could
feel her erect nipples through his t-shirt and also her breasts inflating,
pushing her into his back. Liz almost moaned at the torrent of pleasure this was
causing her and she almost forgot what was happening to her. She started moving
her chest up and down very slightly, rubbing her nipples against Dean's shirt
and the inside of her own bra. She could feel her breasts filling out more and
more, sliding inside her already too tight bra which was barely holding in
anything more then her areola and nipples now, she thought. She could see her
cleavage now through the button holes in her shirt. Looking up, she saw that
they were nearing the 9th floor when she felt strange again, like a new wave of
electricity shooting through her system. She hoped maybe that was signaling the
end of the growth, but instead, as she looked down, she realized that she was
blowing up even faster now. Holding in her breath, she grabbed Dean's shoulders
and pressed him into her as tight as she could, hoping to prolong the life of
her already skin-tight shirt. Dean, shocked by what he felt, started to move
forward a bit to turn around and see what was happening, and as soon as he moved
far enough away so Liz's breasts could move out, the middle button of her shirt
popped off violently, exposing part of her white bra and her expanding breasts.
Dean felt the button hit him about the time he heard the POP and decided to stay
where he was and hide Liz. He pressed into her hard and noticed that her boobs
were growing faster now. They had to be about the size of basketballs by now, he
figured. Speaking of basketball, the guys hit floor 14 and pilled off to go get
a buddy of theirs to the game, leaving the two alone again. "Dean, I'm getting
too big," sobbed Liz, "My breasts are gonna pop out of my shirt soon." "I know I
know...we are almost there." reassured Dean. The elevator stopped and the pair
got out, Liz continuing to hold onto Dean's back like a little babe. They walked
down to her room and Liz handed her key to Dean. He quickly opened the door and
they both dove into the room. Slamming and locking it behind them, Dean turned
to look at Liz. Her breasts were stretching the shirt to it's utmost limits now,
the fabric noticeably becoming more and more thin. Liz stood there watching her
chest inflate, not knowing what to do about it. She grabbed herself again and
tried to push in, but her tits were too sensitive to the touch now. Every time
she touched herself, she nearly came in her shorts. Liz's shirt was so tight
that Dean could she the imprint around her front of the too small bra all around
the circumference of her bust. Liz just stood there with her hands near her
chest, wanting to hold them in, but knowing if she did it would drive her crazy.
"Dean...call the store!" Liz gasped. Dean stood motionless as he noticed the
second button beginning to quiver a bit. Liz looked down just in time to see it
pop off too, careening around the room. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt a
bit more now, and modesty took over. She reached around and tried to block
Dean's view, but too much flesh was there, and it was still growing. "Dean!"
shouted Liz and Dean snapped out of his mammary trance and grabbed the phone
book. Liz took in short breaths now, trying to expand her chest anymore then it
already was. Soon, Dean found the number and dialed the place up. "I feel
it....I'm gonna pop another one." gasped Liz and she shot her hand to her front
to try and hold her shirt together, but she was too late. The third button
exploded away before her hands got there and now Dean could see half her chest
exposed through the opening in her shirt. Her tight bra stretching like a
rubber-band around a water balloon across the center of the opening, still able
to hold in Liz's enormous, watermelon-size breasts. A woman answered the phone
and Dean quickly spilt the details. She sighed and reminded him of her warning,
then told him that there was nothing she could do, that they would just have to
run their course until they finished. "What then," asked Liz when Dean told her
the news. The woman told Dean that in this case, they first might want to make
sure that they were away from people if possible, to save her embarrassment.
Dean told her they were, and then was interrupted by Liz's moan. He turned to
see that Liz was holding her head, and looked quite dizzy. Her boobs swayed a
bit as she tottered, and then she shook her head and told him she was OK, that
she had just had another hot flash. The woman overhead this and told Dean that
that meant that the next pill had worn off and that the next one was about to
kick in. Dean asked Liz quickly how many times she had had that feeling. Liz
said twice and Dean's face went white. "She's only had two pills effect her and
they're as big as a beach balls now!" shouted Dean. Liz looked quizzically at
Dean, trying to figure out what was being said, when she realized that a huge
pressure was starting to build inside her stomach. "Ummm.....Dean." said Liz as
she felt the pressure building like her inflating breast inside her. "I feel
something happening inside...I..ooohhhhh." Just then, as if someone released a
pressure valve, Liz felt the pressure begin shooting into her already huge
breasts, making them blow up much faster. Dean turned around to see her tits
blowing up faster and getting larger by the second. "It's gonna pop It's gonna
pop" panted Liz as her breasts stretched against the buttons. She closed her
eyes as her boobs grew and grew until the buttons began losing their battle.
With little tremors that shook her breasts, each button was being shot from her
shirt by her enormous chest. Soon, only the top button remained and the rest of
her shirt lie lip on the sides of her pink breasts. The bra made a indention
around the center of her breasts, refusing to let go of her expanding mammaries.
"Oh my god...I can feel them stretching." gasped Liz. "Dean...my bra is getting
tighter...it's starting to hurt. I don't know if it's gonna break or not. Hurry
up with her so you can take it off." Dean began to say a quick good-bye to the
lady, but she cut him off and told him that they should also make sure that they
are out in the open somewhere where she won't be able to do any damage. Dean
whirled around and looked at Liz's ballooning boobs. They almost reached down to
her shorts now and they stuck out a good foot and a half or so, inflating inches
a second or so now. He dropped the receiver to the ground and started looking
for a blanket or something to cover her up long enough to get her down the
elevator and away from the building. Liz looked puzzled at his frantic search,
but then was taken by a greater concern... "Dean...this bra is really getting
too tight...it's hurting me." cried Liz as she began rubbing the area around her
breasts where the bra was digging in. The sheer pleasure of the sensations was
almost enough for her to forget her pain. She could feel the swirling liquids
inside her tits that were inflating them bigger and bigger. Her shorts had a now
large wet spot on them where her privates were dripping her juices from being so
horny. One of her nipples popped free form the restraints of the bra and bounced
around, sending shock waves of ecstasy through her breasts. She moaned out load
this time, not able to contain the feeling. She grabbed it with her right hand
and began to feel the enlarged protrusion. It was the size of a Lifesavers roll
now. She traced her hands around her areola, it about the size of a Frisbee. She
was really beginning to like this. Then the pain came back as another sudden hot
flash shot through her again. "Oh no....I'm blowing up like a balloon again,"
shouted Liz. "God, look at them go....My breasts are getting bigger....and
bigger...oh lord I can feel them swelling...Dean..get this bra off me. I'm
swelling faster...I can feel it! I'm inflating too fast!" Dean stopped his
search for a big blanket to see Liz standing there, her boobs now reaching out 2
1/2 feet, and down to her crotch, which he noticed was soaking. Her arms were
around her breasts, but she couldn't even touch her own hands. He ram towards
her, figuring that getting her out was more important then dignity now, when she
started moaning and he stopped. Liz could feel the elastic bra starting to give
under the new rapid growth of her tits and she decided that she couldn't take
anymore. She arched her back and threw back her arms in the hope of breaking it
off her. She felt it stretch, but it didn't break. She arched back more, her
breasts coming to rest on her belly. As she continued to arch, she could feel
the skin of her boobs as they swelled out, moving down her front. With one final
scream, she went back as far as she dared and the bra exploded off, shooting
across the room. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her growing knockers
were half her size now, her nipples about the size of a soup cans. They jiggled
like a mass of Jell-O from the shock of the release of the bra. And they were
noticeably getting larger each second, swelling like a balloon being blow up.
Dean shook his head to straighten his thoughts and told her they had to get out
from here before she got too big. Liz moved slowly from the weight, her thighs
brushing against the bottom of her mammoth mounds. But by the time they reached
the door, they had blown up too much and were too wide to fit through the door
frame. Dean tried pressing them together, his fingers almost disappearing into
the inflating flesh, but all this did was make Liz cum in her shorts. She gasped
as the sensation passed momentarily, but she weakened enough to beg Dean to do
it again. Dean, more centered on his task, stepped back and tried to come up
with a solution, and couldn't. He ushered her back to the middle of the small
room and shut the door before anyone noticed. Every step Liz took made her
breasts sway and the movement of the air on her enormous nipples started her up
again. Giving in to the intense waves of passion that were raping her system,
she grabbed her incredible tits and began massaging them all over, sending waves
of electricity through them and making her privates literally ooze from her hot
juices. Dean grabbed the phone and told the woman that she was stuck in her room
and that they couldn't get out. The woman thought for a second, then told Dean
that for the pill to wear off, the person had to experience the sheer joy, joy
that only came from a cataclysmic orgasm. She then thought that maybe if he
tried to make her have one, her breasts would revert back to normal. She told
him that the growth was happening underneath only one layer of her skin and that
they would pop painlessly once it happen, letting her be normal again. "Oooohhh
goooodddddd...I had another flash." warned Liz, and Dean watched as her breasts
began inflating so fast they swelled from the bottom of her shorts to her knees
in almost 3 seconds. "My breasts are getting bigger too fast Dean...I can't
stand." Liz then gave up fighting and fell to the ground, rolling over after
bouncing a bit from landing on her own bean-bag sized chest. Dean told Liz the
idea and Liz's eyes lit up. Dean walked to near her head and Liz didn't even
have to tell her response to the idea, for her hand shot up and grabbed his
extremely hard cock. She quickly unzipped his zipper and pulled out his pecker,
stroking it furiously to get him wet, which didn't take long. Dean began
stripping as Liz fought to get off her shorts and dripping wet panties. She
propped her knees up to lift her breasts from the floor, and they just began
flopping toward her head. Dean walked around to her front and saw a sight that
almost made him lose his load then and there: two breasts that were near 4 feet
tall that reached below her crotch and her sumptuous legs. Liz's arms were
reaching up the sides of her tits, clawing them and kneading the inflating
mounds. Dean threw Liz's legs apart and slammed his dick Liz's already sopping
wet vagina. The heat in her almost made Dean scream as he began pumping her as
hard as he could. Liz screamed a long scream and began panting harder. This
wasn't going to take long. Dean continued hammering into Liz and he noticed that
each time he brought his head down, her boobs were closer. She was growing so
fast that soon he wasn't going to be able to fuck her. This panicked Dean and he
began to pump harder, making Liz almost pass out from ecstasy. Dean began
pressing on her ballooning breasts, trying to alter their growth away from him,
but they were getting too big. He felt as if he was fighting a blob of flesh.
Just then Liz moaned louder. "Oh GOD! Dean...I just ..*ohhh* had another one...*ohhh*
My boobs are going to inflate faster now...I can feel it...the pressure isso...stronnnnnggaaaaaaah!
Holy shit!! Look!!" Dean saw her breasts triple in speed, almost crawling
towards him. It wasn't long before he was not able to stay inside Liz. Her
rapidly inflating tits pushed him away as they swelled bigger and faster,
covering her legs in a matter of seconds. He stood up and noticed that he
nipples, the size of coffee cans, were heading quickly towards the ceiling. "Ooooohhhh...I
can feel my skin stretching...God..I'm huge..I'menormous.. when are they going
to stop? Dean...I'm almost there. Just fuck me a little more. God...the
pressure...I'm blowing up like a blimp." Dean dove into her cleavage and pressed
inward through the swelling tits. He grasped her skin and pulled himself deeper
into her chest. Liz screamed and moaned as Dean's hot body worked it's way
through her cleavage. "Oohhh...God...Dean...My nipples! My nipples are hitting
the ceiling!" Dean finally found a hand hold and grabbed her slim hips, pulling
himself through her cleavage and into her throbbing vagina. Even though the
weight from her swelling breasts was pressing down on him, Dean was able to move
slightly and fast, his dick all the way inside Liz, growing larger inside her
with each thrust, getting ready to explode up inside her. "Oh yes....Oh
yes...there...that's it" moaned Liz. "God, I can feel it. I'm going to
cum...keep doing that. Ohhh..my breasts are hitting the walls. I'm getting too
big. I'm growing too fast!!! I'm...oooh...uh oh!! Dean....it happened again!
DEAN!!! My breasts are filling up the room !!! Hurry!!! They're getting too big
for the room.!! I can feel the door and windows!!" Dean, not able to hear Liz's
words through her breasts, continued pumping into her privates, pulling out
liquid with each withdraw. He slid his hands under her butt and started pulling
himself deeper into her. He felt her start to gush juice and knew he was doing
something right. "oh yes...oh yes...god...that's it. Oh god, the door just
broke. My boobs are swelling into the hallway!!! oh god...yes...I'm
Cumming...I'm cumming!!! Oh god...I feel my tits blowing up..I feel them pushing
on the ceiling! I'm cumming I'm cumming!!!!" Dean felt Liz's hips rise up in the
anticipation of her orgasm and gave her one last thrust before he exploded his
semen almost into her womb. Liz took one last breath and let the intense
pressure inside herself go, sending cascades of wetness down her and Dean's
legs, making her entire body shiver. "oh..god...my breasts...they are stretching
too tight....too tight.... They're going to explode!!! uuuuunnnnhhhhhAAAAAAA"
Liz arched her back as much as she could under the weight and felt a mighty
surge in her room- sized boobs. Like a over-inflated water balloon, her tits
exploded, sending a torrent of cool milk down over the exhausted pair. Liz held
her breath as the white liquid doused her and headed out the now snapped-in-half
door. Dean, still laying on top of and inside Liz, shook the milk from his face
and looked up at Liz. Her breasts were back to normal, or at least back down in
size. Liz was now sporting E-cups on her petite figure. They both stared at her
breasts, and realized that they were staying that size. Liz began to laugh as
Dean did, hugging each other and they kissed. The superintendent, called by some
of the neighbors, came into the doorway to see a lake of milk streaming out
their door and the two of them in a naked embrace. He shook his head and reached
into the closet for a mop. "Coming to work today was a big mistake."
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