She typed quickly into her phone. My breasts are large and heavy with big jaw-breaker nipples. They're the most notable feature about me and can turn on any guy who looks at them.
She hit enter and immediately felt a tingling in her chest. "Mmmmmmmm..." she moaned as she felt a warm feeling sweep over her chest. She looked in the mirror and saw he tits bulge out slightly, her shirt tightening. Her breasts bulged out of her bra, pushing higher out of her shirt and filling any space they could before her shirt sparked and expanded out as well.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips, feeling her nipples harden and rub against the inside of her bra. She could feel them expanding alongside her tits, their sensitivity increasing exponentially.
As her tits passed into the E range, she felt her shirt stretch again, and then the memories began to change. As a child, her breasts began to develop early, she had her first bra by 10 and had passed into the C cup range before she hit High School. She moaned as she remembered charging boys behind the school to cop a feel, even getting a teacher to fuck her once. By graduation she had reached a firm F cup and knew she was still growing.
She nearly screamed in ecstasy as she collapsed to her knees, kneading her massive hooters. She grabbed both sides of her shirt and tore it off, her fat tits dropping out and smacking against her sides. Her nipples hardened spectacularly, stopping at the size of two shot glasses. She pressed her huge funbags together, reveling in how they felt, so heavy and full.
She looked at her phone again. Perhaps she should go bigger, or perhaps she should balance herself out...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.25 seconds at 5:50pm on Feb 08, 2025 via server WEBX2.