vortexianamprex
23M | I'm into lots of different things, including but not limited to sissy captions, girly stuff, wearing bras and girly clothes. Also anything related to boobs. There may occasionally be some other stuff here
147 posts
Latest Posts by vortexianamprex
No Cheating Sissy!
You Want to Be a Good Sissy Girl, Don't You?
At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.
It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.
It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.
Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.
I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?
Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?
Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...
...moooooooo~
After shedding all of her clothes, Sabrina got onto the bed. She forced a few girlish giggles and then said, "Whenever you're ready, old man!"
😏😂😂
The beach was deserted. Every access point was sealed off, but to three local girls finding another way to get to their favorite beach was very simple. Margie, Piper, and Ivy crept as silently as they could whilst carrying an umbrella, a cooler filled with beer, beach chairs, and towels allowed them too. “Are you guys sure we should be doing this? What if they have guns?” whispered Ivy all the way in the back. “Relax,” said Margie in the front, not at all worried if someone else was there. “There’s not going to anyone else there, especially not anyone with a gun.” “What if we die from radiation poisoning?” whispered a more panicked Ivy. “Why else would the government seal the beach off and prevent everybody from coming even close to here? There has to be a reason.” “Would you shut up!?” whispered an annoyed Piper creeping in front of Ivy. “My brother says the government does this shit all the time, just to keep us peasants frightened.” “Wasn’t your brother arrested for trying to steal a smoothie machine?” asked Margie rolling her eyes. “Two smoothie machines,” Piper corrected. “It doesn’t matter. Point is, the chemical spill was over two hundred miles away. We have nothing to worry about.” “We’re here!” yelled Margie putting an end to almost all of Ivy’s paranoia.
The beach was more gorgeous than ever with it being void of any other beach goers. “Woohoo!” Margie yelled as loud as she could. “See? No one’s here. We’re all alone, my friends.” “Yeah, great job, fearless leader. How about you help set up camp?” Piper asked. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Going in the water now. Bye!” yelled Margie behind her as she dropped what she was carrying and ran to the surf. She threw off her loose white shirt revealing her blue, green, and white bikini top underneath. “There she goes again,” sighed Piper. “Where would you like to set up?” she asked Ivy. “I guess somewhere close to the water but not enough for us to get wet,” said Ivy making sure there was no big, mean, scary agent coming to get them. Piper was already making her way up toward the surf leaving Ivy behind. Ivy ran to catch up to Piper, stopping to pick up Margie’s stuff that she had dropped on the sand.
Piper and Ivy were setting up their spot ignoring Marcie’s cries. “Come on, you guys! The water’s great!” Marcie yelled as she kicked water in Piper and Ivy’s direction. When they were done, Piper and Ivy sat down to sunbathe and relax. They took off their white tops revealing their bikini tops underneath. Piper was wearing a black bikini and Ivy was wearing a striped, black and white bikini.
After a few more minutes, Margie walked up to the two sunbathing girls, looking around at the miles of sand in both direction. Everything below her neck was covered in water making her skin glow. “Having fun?” asked Piper. “I would if my two best friends would join me,” said Margie. “There’s plenty of time. Ivy and I just want to tan a little is all.” “Isn’t that bikini a little big for you?” asked Ivy. “After last year’s wardrobe malfunction, I’m not taking any chances,” said Margie. “Right,” said Piper chuckling. “Well, it’s not like the guys enjoyed the show.” “Yeah…” sighed Margie. Margie, Piper, and Ivy were different but one thing they all had in common was their lack of breasts. The three of them were flat as surfboards. “Here, have a be-,” Piper’s words stuck in her throat as she looked at Margie. Piper just stared and pointed at Margie. Margie looked down and stared at what was happening.
Margie’s breasts were growing in her swimsuit. More and more flesh poured into the bikini top as Margie breathed heavily almost panting. Her breasts stopped growing. “Good god!” yelled Ivy. Margie looked up to see Piper and Ivy standing around Margie and her new boobs. “I told you we shouldn’t have come here! I knew there was a reason!” shouted Ivy. “It’s fine,” said Margie taking in her new boobs. “They’re just boobs.” “Just boobs? Margie, those things are almost as big as your head. What if they’re permanent?” “That wouldn’t be so bad,” said Margie running her hands on the side of her boobs. “Well we can’t go in the water,” said Ivy. “Why not?” “Really? Look at you!” “She is. She loves it,” said Piper. “I know that all of us wanted boobs ever since we were little. Here’s our chance. Let’s take advantage of it.” “Look, we’re not going in the water! And you’ve already taken advantage of it,” shouted Ivy. Margie and Piper knew that there was no arguing with Ivy when she had this tone. “Alright fine,” said Margie a crafty smile appearing across her face.
Margie, Piper and Ivy were sunbathing. Piper and Ivy laid out on beach chairs, while Margie laid out on a large beach towel. Margie loved the feeling of the sun on her new boobs. Piper and Ivy were asleep for at least a half-hour. Margie looked behind at Piper and Ivy to make sure they were asleep, then she made her move. She grabbed two beer bottles and emptied them on the sand. “Tasted like piss anyway,” Margie reasoned. She then ran up to the surf, her breasts bouncing as she did, and filled up the bottles with water. She knew was going to grow more because of this, but this is what she wanted. Satisfied that the bottles were filled just made her way back to the shore to her friends. She stopped just short of them and stopped and looked down at her tits. She wanted to watch them grow.
And grow they did but only for a minute. She loved them but wanted more, and she wanted to share this experience with her friends too. She then bounced behind her sleeping friends and tipped the bottles onto her friends. Piper and Ivy awoke with a start. “What the fuck Margie!?” asked Piper looking back. “Why’d you pour beer on us? Wait! Are you bigger!?” “Mm-hmm,” Margie nodded. “Oh and that wasn’t beer.” “What do you mean?” asked Ivy. “You’ll find out.” “You didn’t,” said Ivy looking down at her black and white top, fearful of what would happen. “You bitch!” screamed Piper getting up. Margie started running towards the water, Piper chasing her. “I’m going to kill you!” she shouted after Margie. Piper could see Margie’s breasts from behind. “Guys stop!” said Ivy chasing after them.
Margie splashed into the water, doing her best to stay ahead of Piper. She heard Piper run into the water. Ivy stopped just short of the water and looked out and watched Margie and Piper in the ocean. She was worried about both of them and then decided to brave the water to stop her best friends from hurting each other. Margie went deeper and deeper into the water her hands on her breasts waiting for them to start growing again. She didn’t have to wait too long.
Margie felt her breasts growing underwater. As she waded deeper and deeper into the ocean, her bikini top snapped off, but she didn’t care. She was neck deep in the water before she turned around to see Piper and Ivy. She could see that their breasts were growing as well. Piper stopped knee-deep in water when she felt her top snap off. She kept some semblance of decency by pressing her top against her growing boobs. “Okay, okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” Piper sighed. Margie waded her way back to Piper, her breasts bobbing up and down like pool toys. “Wow,” mouthed Piper as Margie’s swelling bust preceded Margie by at least a foot. Ivy bounced up to Margie and Piper. “Jesus, you girls are huge,” said Ivy marveling at mostly Margie’s magnificent bust. “You’re not so bad yourself,” said Margie hefting Ivy’s ballooning boobs and jiggling them. “Stop it,” laughed Ivy pulling her boobs away from Margie’s eager fingers. Margie stripped Piper’s top away from her swelling bust and tossed it away. “Much better,” said Margie.
“Well, what do we do now, Boob Queen?” asked Piper. “Follow me,” said Margie, turning away and wading into deeper water. She stopped wading when she was neck deep in water, her bloating breasts bobbing in the water. She saw Piper’s boobs sail past her head followed by Ivy’s breasts on her left. “You’re right,” said Piper. “The water is great.” Margie hooked her arm through Piper’s arm and did then did the same with Ivy. Ivy waded behind Margie and hooked her free arm through Piper’s. The girls formed a triangle, their breasts continuing to grow. “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” yelled Margie to the world. “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” yelled Ivy. They both then looked at Piper. She sighed, cleared her throat and yelled “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” causing Margie and Ivy to cheer.
“You girls are the best,” said Ivy staring at her slowly distending boobs. “Are you talking about us or your boobs?” asked Piper. “Both,” laughed Ivy. “This is the best Spring Break ever!” “And it’s not over yet,” said Margie, her breasts continuing to grow out to sea.
The psychic had told Tanya she would have a life-changing experience in a bar. Of course the psychic didn’t tell her which bar, and Tanya had been to seven bars in the past three weeks and this was number eight. Tanya thought she’d find the man of her dreams at one of these bars but, so far, she had zero luck. Her friends always told her that psychics were all con artists but, she couldn’t help but believe there had to be someone with “the gift.”
This was a bar she’d never been to before. It had a classic charm about it, and it was somewhat popular. There was more than a handful of patrons in various states of inebriation and discussion with one another near the bar. She sat down at the bar and looked around. All the chairs, tables, and stools were made of finely crafted wood. Even the bar itself was made of wood. This furniture smelled new.
Tanya tried to get the bartender’s attention, but he was ignoring her. He was talking to some pretty woman at the other end. She gave them a sour look. It was obvious why the bartender was so preoccupied with the pretty woman: her boobs. Tanya looked down at the her chest, or at least where her chest should be. Tanya was attractive but she had no breasts worth remembering. That’s how it always had been ever since middle school, when girls started developing breasts. Guys would always pay attention to whoever had the biggest boobs. She thought that if she just waited, she eventually get the boobs she dreamed of, but life is a cruel bitch. It only got worse in high school with the larger student populace and larger bustlines.
Adulthood wasn’t any better. Tanya’s last boyfriend had dumped her almost a year ago because she had no boobs. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man since. She sat at the bar trying to remember the good times she had with him, but all she could remember was how he hurt her. She couldn’t remember his name, only the pain he had caused when he left her for a girl with larger breasts.
Tanya snapped out her awful memories due to a tight feeling around her chest. At first, she thought she was leaning into the bar to hard, but then she looked down to see one hell of a sight. Her boobs were growing. She immediately pressed her hands against her growing assets feebly trying to make them smaller. “Not here! Not now!” Tanya thought as her breasts grew ever forward. Her boobs slowly pushed her hands away from body as they grew. She tried her best to hide her growing boobs with her jacket, squishing them once again against her body, but it was all in vain. Tanya’s breasts started growing towards her chin, her eyes wide in fright.
Eventually they stopped growing. She opened her jacket slightly to take a peek at how big her boobs had grown and yelped as they seemed to lunge forward like they were prisoners escaping from her hands and her jacket, landing with a soft thud on the bar. She was mesmerized at the newly-grown bounty that was splayed on the bar before her. She opened her jacket slightly to poke one of her boobs. Her finger sunk into the warm, soft flesh which elicited a gasp from her lips. Tanya forgot she was in public until she heard a drunk male voice say, “Damn girl!” She looked up at the inebriated owner and covered her mouth in surprise as he snapped a picture with his cell.
Tanya quickly covered her boobs as best she could and walked as fast as she could to a table in an empty corner of the room, away from any eyes that might even glance her way, doing her best to minimize the aerobics her prize-winning boobs were doing inside her jacket. She sat at the table facing away from the bar. Confident she was alone, she opened her jacket and gaped as her boobs rested on the table with a thud. “Wow…” she said as she poked her boob to prove to herself once and for all if these melons were both real and hers.
Satisfied that these noteworthy melons were real, and idea crept its way into Tanya’s head. She hefted her boobs up marveling at how heavy they were and then dropped them on the table. “Wow, you girls sure are heavy,” said Tanya as she played with her boobs, a grin spread across her face. She lifted her breasts up again and dropped them over and over on the table, enjoying her new homegrown toys. After a few minutes of playtime, she lifted her breasts up and stared at them.
“How did this happen?” she wondered to herself. She thought about the psychic. “Well she wasn’t wrong. This is definitely life-changing,” she giggled, squishing her mounds together. “But how did this happen? There’s no way these can grow this big in minutes, right?” Tanya thought back to her middle and high school days. She remembered guys in her class drooling over girls with large breasts, while she was basically a surfboard. She then remembered in the girl’s locker room, how she listened to the other girls talk about how big their boobs were. Every week, it seemed that someone grew. One girl, Tanya remembered, had no boobs, and then over the weekend, grew to a C-cup. It wasn’t big, but bigger than what she had. Tanya was in despair. When would it be her turn?
Her thoughts then turned toward birthdays. Every year since eighth grade, on her birthday, Tanya wished for boobs, and every year, no boobs came. Every year, her wish grew more fervent. “Well,” Tanya thought, hefting her boobs, “Looks like my wish came true after all.” She remembered on her twenty-fourth birthday how she wished for boobs big enough to crush her ex’s stupid truck. She giggled, smashing her boobs together with her elbows, creating a canyon of cleavage. “It’s too bad you didn’t grow that big. That would be fun.”
As if listening to her thoughts, her breasts surged forward, growing bigger. Tanya gasped as her burgeoning bosoms landed on the table. She watched her breasts grow and grow with rapt attention. Her growing boobs almost hit her chin, when she heard shirt seams ripping. “Oh my God!” said Tanya to her boobs. “Grow for me, girls!” Her breasts inflated, testing the limits of the table they rested on. Her shirt ripped open revealing her growing breasts in all their glory. The table groaned under the weight of Tanya’s ballooning breasts. The table broke with a loud crack, sending Tanya headfirst into her growing boobs.
Everyone turned to look at the woman with the growing boobs. Some patrons put down their drinks, thinking they clearly had drank too much. Others shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide their boners. Tanya pushed her still-growing boobs around to see the expressions of her unwitting audience. Her breasts grew so big, they started lifting her off the ground. Her breasts stopped growing. She was enormous! Everyone looked up at the woman resting on top of the biggest boobs in the world.
Tanya looked at the patrons, her face dominated by the largest grin she ever had. Her lowered her face to her cleavage and said, “Keep in mind, girls. You still have eight years of growth you still need to make up for.” Everyone in the bar gasped audibly as Tanya’s titanic tits ballooned larger. Tanya couldn’t be happier.
Farrah spent her well-deserved vacation cleaning up around the house. She enjoyed cleaning up around the house. It served to distract her from the events of the week. She had found out earlier in the week Mark, her fiance, had skipped town with the stripper from his bachelor party. Farrah didn’t even know until the wedding, right before she was supposed to walk down the aisle. She was in tears. She couldn’t believe her loving, amazing fiance would do something like this on what was supposed to be their big day.
She eventually stopped cleaning and sat on the edge of a recliner. She had ordered the stripper herself to show Mark that she trusted him not to do anything that he might regret later. Turns out, she couldn’t trust him. She found out from Mark’s best man that the stripper had a boob job a few days before the bachelor party, and was enormous. Biggest he’d ever seen. Farrah stopped him before he could go into detail.
Farrah look down at where her breasts were. Her breasts were only A-cups, but she wasn’t unattractive and was never jealous of women who had large breasts; real or otherwise. She never considered surgery as it was too expensive, looked too unnatural, and had heard horror stories of women who had actually died of plastic surgery. Farrah sighed and resumed cleaning. She was sorting through the clothes, getting ready do a load of laundry when she came across a red bra. At first, she thought it was hers as it matched her top, but the cups were way too big for her. She then thought it might be her sister’s since she spent the night last night, but even then, the cups were too big to be her sister’s. Then it dawned on her.
Her ever-charming, amazing, faithful, loving jerkoff fuckstick of a fiance, Mark was cheating on her. How long was he screwing other women? How did she not know that this was going? Farrah shook her head to clear these thoughts from her head. No. This wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t going to blame herself for what that asshat, Mark, did to her. This was all his fault. She took the red bra as if it was contaminated and threw on top of a pile of Mark’s clothes she was planning to throw away.
She did some more house cleaning before taking the pile of old clothes with the red bra on top to the trashcan outside. Farrah stuffed the clothes in the trash just in time for the garbage company to pick it up, and walked back in the house. “Fuck him,” she said as she saw the garbage truck drive in front of her house. She turned away and saw the red bra lying on the floor in the kitchen. It must have fallen off as she was taking the clothes outside. “Fuck,” said Farrah grabbing the bra and running out of the door. “Wait! Come back! Come back!” Farrah yelled waving the bra around like it was a flag. She was too late. The garbage truck was gone. She stood out on her front lawn with the large bra in her hand. Farrah realized she must look like a crazy person waving a bra around and ran back in the house with the bra in hand.
She walked into her living room and threw the bra on the recliner, frustrated she couldn’t get rid of that accursed garment. She stared at it, silently willing it to burst into flames before her eyes, but she was not involved in any recent nuclear accidents or bitten by a radioactive chinchilla recently. Her expression grew less severe as she continued staring at the bra. It was a nice bra and she was sure she’d look good in it if only she had a little more up top. Okay, a lot more up top. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe she was having these thoughts. She needed to calm down and decided that a short nap would be all that she needed. She laid down on the couch and closed her eyes and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to Farrah, her body would be changing very soon.
Farrah awoke to her bra straps digging into her shoulders. She thought she tossed and turned so much that it made her bra bunch up. She instinctively started adjusting her bra straps, but her hand bumped into her left boob. “What? That’s never happened before,” she said, sitting up on the couch. “Wow, my bra is really tight. God, did I cartwheel in my sleep or something?” Farrah asked as tried to move her bra cups down, still half-asleep. When she felt something on her chest she looked down and her eyes shot wide open. Farrah’s meager A-cups were now much larger. She didn’t know how large they were or where they came from. “Holy shit!” she yelled as she cupped her boobs. “How did this even happen?” She starting groping herself, exploring her new assets. While enjoying herself, she noticed her old bra had snapped. She took off her shirt and the remnants of the bra that was hanging off her shoulder. “Wow, they look so big!” she said. A smile formed. A thought crossed her mind.
Farrah grabbed the red bra off the recliner and put it on. She then put her red shirt on over it. She definitely filled the bra much better than she would have forty minutes ago. She ran to the full length mirror in the hallway to see how she looked. “I look fucking good,” said Farrah admiring herself. She noticed something, the bra was loose on her. “Damn…” she sighed. “This is a really nice bra too. It would have been really nice to fill it. Fuck it, let’s be greedy. I’d love to overfill it, but we don’t always get what we want.” She went back to admiring herself in the mirror.
She was trying various sexy poses when her mouth dropped open once again. Her fantastic boobs were growing before her very eyes. Her alternated between looking down at her growing boobs and her reflection’s growing boobs. “Damn…” she gasped as her boobs quickly filled it to capacity and then some. They finally stopped growing. Farrah was ecstatic. She put her hands behind her back, struck a pose, and stared at her reflection on the verge happy tears.
After a few minutes of posing, she decided she had enough fun for the day and went back to cleaning. She bounced her way into the kitchen and found she had a message waiting for her on the answering machine. She figured it was another friend or relative voicing some sympathy for the wedding fiasco. She heard a cute-sounding voice coming from the machine. “Hey Mark, it’s Cassandra. I think I left something at your place. It’s red. You’ll know it when you see it.” Farrah was livid. “Ummmm… I was also wondering if I could see you tonight. I just really miss you and you have a good butt. Please call me tonight. Bye.”
“That fucking bitch!” yelled Farrah as she slammed her fist on the counter she was wiping down, her breasts bouncing wildly in her shirt. “This isn’t your bra anymore, whore. This is mine now.” she said patting her breasts, jiggling them. She was no longer in the mood for cleaning and walked to the living room, watching her breasts jiggle and sway the entire way. She had a whole month to clean. She’d do it later. Then for the third time today, she stopped and stared with anticipation as her breasts decided to grow once again.
She groped them as they grew. Her shirt rode up higher and higher as her breasts required more and more material to cover her expanding mounds. She heard the bra snap inside her shirt. “Oopsie, sorry Cassandra. Guess your bra is worthless now,” said Farrah in her best ditzy girl voice. She continued manhandling her growing tits. Her shirt ran out of material and the bottom of her boobs soon became visible underneath her shirt.
“This is amazing,” Farrah laughed as her boobs continued growing. Threads strained against her growing boobs but resistance was futile. Her boobs would not be stopped. Her boobs grew heavier as they grew larger. They started pulling her down to the floor. She started laying on top of her growing boobs when they stopped growing.
“Wow… That was amazing. Let’s see Cassandra or that ugly stripper now. I’d crush them, LITERALLY!” said Farrah laughing at the image in her head. “If I had known that boobs would feel this good, I would have had them done years ago.” She grabbed handfuls of naked breast flesh and snuggled them. “Guess I’m not cleaning anything for a while.”
She was admiring how big her boobs had grown, when they started ballooning again. Farrah couldn’t believe it. She wondered how big she would grow, but she didn’t care. She had a whole month to find out.
Heather had been to several conventions in the past, but she never went in cosplay before. This would be her first time. She was going as her favorite character, Coraille, from her favorite online RPG. She was hoping people wouldn’t hate her costume. She idolized the goddesses of cosplay like Jessica Nigri and Yaya Han. It was these ladies that inspired her to cosplay herself. She decided to showcase her first cosplay for a local gaming convention so she wouldn’t have to spend money on a hotel. The weeks leading up to the convention were the slowest weeks of her life. Heather couldn’t wait. There was just one problem.
Although she worshiped Jessica and Yaya, she was lacking something they had: breasts. Jessica and Yaya had big boobs that only looked bigger when pushed up by their costumes. She didn’t care if they were fake, they were gorgeous and perfect. Heather had no boobs at all. She was completely flat.
Heather had wanted boobs that would at least rival Jessica and Yaya’s breasts ever since she first saw them. Once she thought about what it would be like bigger than Jessica and Yaya combined, but she quickly dismissed the idea as being way too greedy. She’d be lucky to be a third their size. She thought that with boobs at least that size, maybe she could land a sponsor and get paid to cosplay and leave her shitty retail job behind. She accepted this as nothing more than a pipe dream.
Coraille was not just Heather’s favorite character, Coraille was an extension of herself. Heather created Coraille the day, the game was launched and played nothing but the nymph seer since then. Heather even dyed her hair pink to look more like Coraille. Coraille also had big boobs. She had the option to give Coraille smaller boobs when she created the character, but this was a fantasy game. Coraille’s body was Heather’s dream.
It was only a few days before the convention and Heather was adventuring online. The developers had released an update to the game that morning offering new gear to players. Heather was looking at the gear and saw a belt that looked adorable on her character. The belt was white and lacy, tied in a bow at the midsection, and had flower-shaped designs at the ends. The belt made her realize that her cosplay was incomplete. She spent the rest of the day looking for the fabric to make the belt.
She found the fabric at a local thrift stone and got a great deal on it. She drove home, giddy at the thought of adding just a little bit more to her cosplay. As soon as Heather got home, she got straight to work. She cut and stitched it perfectly. She looped it through the hoops of the corset she altered a few weeks earlier. “Alright, I think that looks perfect, but there’s only one way to know for sure,” said Heather as took the costume off the mannequin and put it on. She walked in front of the bathroom mirror so she could get a look at herself. She looked exactly like her character now. “Well almost,” sighed Heather looking down at her complete lack of bust. She looked back at the mirror and noticed the front her corset was slightly distorted. She tried adjusting it while looking in the mirror but that only made it worse. She looked down to see what was going on and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Heather’s breasts were slowly but surely growing right in front of her eyes. She just watched as her breasts distending the corset, glad she spent the extra money on the stretchy fabric. Her breasts stopped growing when they were slightly smaller than her head. “Oh wow,’ Heather moaned as her hands worked their way over her new breasts. She looked at her reflection and smiled. Now she looked exactly like Coraille. Not only that but she knew it would only be a matter of time before she was mentioned in the same breath as Jessica and Yaya as a goddess of cosplay.
“I need a picture,” said Heather as she ran back to her bedroom to pick up her cell phone, her breasts bouncing up and down as she ran. She returned to the bathroom, cell phone in hand, struck her favorite pose and snapped a picture. “Nobody will believe this,” Heather said setting down her phone on the counter. She ran her hands down the curves of her body, paying attention to her new breasts. They were very soft, and she loved them. “I wonder what would happen if I wore a push-up like most cosplayers do,” said Heather as she puffed up her chest using her hands as a push-up bra. Her eyes went wide. “Wow! I look amazing!” said Heather admiring her profile at the amount of cleavage she had on display.
Heather walked back to the living room to put take off her cosplay to put back on the mannequin. She looked down as she walked to see her boobs shimmy and sway in the corset. She could swear that her boobs looked even bigger than when she took the picture. She stood still and watched her boobs rise and fall as she breathed. She gasped. Heather was indeed growing bigger. She wasn’t growing nearly as fast as she was the first time, but her tits were ballooning up once again.
Heather could barely see her feet after she grew the first time, and this time it was obvious that all she would ever see again is a mass of cleavage whenever she looked down. Her breasts were growing so slowly that she had the wherewithal to remove her cosplay before her breasts got too big for it. Heather held her breath as she carefully stuck her thumbs through her straps on her shoulders, pulling them down with her arms. She had to struggle to get the corset’s cups off her ballooning boobs, but she was careful not to damage it at all. This action caused her expanding bosoms to rock side to side.
The hard part was over, now it was just manner of getting the rest of her cosplay off. Despite not being able to see what she was doing most of the time, she managed to get the rest of her cosplay off with little issue. She disrobed completely and watched as her naked breasts kept growing. Heather’s breasts grew for over two hours before they stopped growing. She knelt down. Her breasts fit perfectly in her lap. “I’m the goddess now,” she said as her arms traveled to the other side of her magnificent boobs and hugged them tightly, creating a canyon of creamy cleavage. She motor boated herself for a few minutes before coming up for air.
“This is unbelievable,” said Heather as she nuzzled her cleavage. “Guess I need to make a few more alterations,” she said turning her head to the mannequin. She laughed turned her head back to her breasts. “Woah!” said Heather as her breasts decided to grow again and fast. Her embrace of her breasts was broken as her boobs ballooned even more. Heather continued manhandling her growing tits, silently willing them not to stop. The convention was at the end of the week and Heather couldn’t wait to see how big she’d get.