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Needs and Wants (BE/AE)
THIS STORY CONTAINS VARIOUS TYPES OF EXPANSION, MAINLY BREAST EXPANSION AND ASS EXPANSION. If you don't know it, don't show it. To yourself or to anyone. Or at the very least don't view it with an air of negativity towards the subject that you have now been warned about. - NEEDS AND WANTS - I have been afflicted with a condition, since turning twenty. It started one day on a whim, at the college. I found myself wishing that my partner on-project would see me, would want me. And it began. My shirt became tense atop my suddenly-growing breasts, the buttons strained. My partner did not look. My jeans lost their slack and filled out with a bubble of ass-flesh and even some thigh. It caused me to gasp as I felt my clothes shifting, my nipples taut as arousal struck and my butt pulsing more, pushing over the brim of my seat. They did not look, but the tension was palpable. They knew and their breathing reflected that knowledge. The want to look was surging through them, the need to see rising fast. I am a tease. I abandoned them to gape at myself, to marvel at what I'd become. To wonder if I was in danger or... what? A magical being, perhaps. Sudden changes have a way of removing you from the moments and changing what you want. What I saw in the mirror was a slightly rumpled shirt and a vaguely shapely ass, but to no extreme. Normal again. I sought out my partner, having steeled and arranged myself. I did not grow again for at least a few weeks. - The next incident occurred one day at the gym. I was spinning and wheeling, and admiring the view of the room behind me, a mirrored surface before me which spanned the whole wall. And the view was a room, and the room was active. And in the activity of the room I could see tight clothes and bulging flesh, muscles and skin on all types of body. One in particular intrigued me the most, and I found myself lost in the routine of my spin, concentrating on nothing but drinking in the sight of that whole, rounded ass. Watching it rise and fall and sway and gyrate, wishing that mine was one to match. And then it was. My shorts became tighter, the thin material stretched and pulled itself inwards, even as my backside thrust itself out and beyond, the cheeks slowly consuming the garment as they pumped out bigger, bounding rhythmically as I pushed the pedals, grinding myself into the seat as it swelled. I barely noticed until it was almost too late, then the bite of the fabric convinced me to hop down, to sit in a pose and recover my thoughts. To ignore the stares of the few who had noticed but dared not say anything. I still wanted to show off. The view had not changed, and the original ass had not turned to see. They could not see that on which I had sat, and so my thoughts turned to breast mass again. What I wanted, I got. In total concentration I sat there, fully focused, trying not to moan as my sports bra squeezed my bust. As my breasts filled it up and pushed it out, only to then overflow it. Above and below, two hills up and a gravity-pulled swell underneath that inched larger with every breath I took. The bra now a band of increasingly overstretched opacity, holding my boobs in and forcing them to rise up and surge out around it, swallowing it with muffin-flesh. Too public. Too public! I fled again, begrudging my own embarrassment, and my requested audience never even saw me. But I will try again...
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Britt's Maxed Out Tits
Brittney Boulders used to be a record-holding porn star: Largest breasts. Technically, the largest implants, as each boob was 20000 cc. But since nobody came close to her cup size, she proudly took the title of biggest in general. In her most popular video, she gave two men a tit job at the same time and their cocks never touched. With that much saline, she stood out and was famous even if people found her boobs tacky or trashy. Brittney retired from her career and settled down. She never reduced her breasts, she was proud to hold the record and she liked the attention she got from them. She married a former co-star and they had a baby. As time passed, things changed. The baby girl grew up into a beautiful college student. Brittney began to stand out less from the introduction of Maxi Corp. Her shirts and bras were no longer unique to her alone. It never bothered Brittney, she was happy with the money she spent to make herself the way she was. Brittney was sad when she lost her
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Needs and Wants II
THIS STORY CONTAINS VARIOUS TYPES OF EXPANSION, MAINLY BREAST EXPANSION AND ASS EXPANSION, if you don't know it, don't show it. To yourself or to anyone. Or at the very least don't view it with an air of negativity towards the subject that you have now been warned about. - NEEDS AND WANTS II - Given that I have proven myself able, at this point, to gain vast amounts of swelling flesh and expand my own stock of it I decide that perhaps, given my unwillingness to actually utilise it publicly, it might be a good idea to test it. Alone, in a safe space. I find myself curious, also, as to how far I can go, but I ultimately reason that the time to test that is not on the third instance, or even in any unpractised state. That test needs to be done with reliable control, to see what boundaries can be pushed whether that be the size of a yoga ball or the size of... I barely want to imagine, but I do want to be there. The size of a mattress or a whole room. More than that, even. Horizons. Can I even grow alone, or does it need a catalyst? What does it respond to, a want or a need? A desire, maybe. I stand in my own bedroom, looking at my reflection in the shining surfaces around. In the lampshade, in the door handle, in the standing mirror itself. I look down at my own breasts, clad only in a modest and somewhat-loose lace pyjama top, and squint at them, willing them to swell. They remain modest, and I sink to the carpet, legs splayed and my stature drooping. I wanted to get this done, to test it. I wanted to... A wash of need overcomes me and I shudder, my tits suddenly perked up and yearning for attention, pulsing to bigger and rounder shape before settling back into tear-shaped swells again. Then again, larger, pushing the boundaries of my top and tenting it indecently over the nipples. They are growing, for me. And so I get to enjoy them more. Their sensitivity is ramped up this time, the loose fabric alone is making me tremble. It glides over my heaving orbs and it holds them, tighter and tighter, gripping them firmly in it's confines. I moan, uninhibited by locale, and I explore the lower swells with curious palms, feeling the boobflesh press between my fingers and fill my palms. They undulate as I squeeze them and massage what I can hold, overflowing my hands and slipping free of my top and bouncing heavily in my grasp, where my fingertips eagerly wait to knead them, to explore the areolas and nipples and tug them, needily, wanting a more climactic release. My body responds and the sensitivity redoubles, my want filling them fuller, to a size that forces my breasts down into my lap, to fill it and instantly overwhelm it. My legs are pinned, my hands are wandering and squeezing at nipples they can barely reach. I'm moaning and writhing and my shorts are soaked through, without any need yet to touch myself down there. But I want to. I can't get past my breasts, but I want to push my fingers into myself, to bring myself to ecstasy. My want channels to fuel my growing needs, and my body does... something. I feel my pussy lips flutter and enlarge, and my thighs become thicker so as to grind it against itself. I rock against my still-swelling bust and my clit pulses, enlarging and stroking itself on the carpet with every slight hip movement. I'm close. I'm closer. I'm closer. I'm almost at my limit and yet exhausted from moaning and grinding. My boobs are grown, not willing to allow my nipples to escape my grasping hands. My orgasm builds and builds, never ebbing, always climbing and swelling. I scream with the pleasure and hit the brink, and it's so much. Too much! My vision fades to black as I succumb to sleep, my throbbing and clenching the last thing I feel as I slip into slumber. - I awake normal again, in a mess of my making. But I am satisfied. The test went well, I think.
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So, this was an idea I had for quite a while and I knew I probably wouldn't finish that old semi-Halloween-y story for the third year in a row, so I decided to type this one up. I'm shocked that it only took three nights to finish this, though that probably means it's not really as great as it could've been. (It also changed quite a bit - and multiple times, I might add - from the original idea, but at least it's finished now)
Speaking of demon girls, I really need to figure out how to finish Monika and Nikki...
Speaking of demon girls, I really need to figure out how to finish Monika and Nikki...
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Just wanted to say that all these years later, this is my favourite breast expansion story of all time. Thank you