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Bought off Wish
🕑 Added 2024-04-10 13:30:07 +0000 UTCContains: Breast Expansion
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Bought off Wish (WW-I 8)
Kayla was knitting on the thrift store couch when her girlfriend burst into the apartment. The hollow-core door banged open, sending the knob crashing into a dent in the drywall that had only been slightly smaller when they moved in. Kayla paused her audiobook and tugged the cord until an earbud slipped out. “Don’t slam the door!”
“Whatever,” Lisa said. “Look, it finally came!”
Lisa held out a padded envelope in both hands. The package was covered in stamps and barcodes.
“What came? Did you buy more stuff we can’t afford off Amazon again?”
“No! It’s a Maddybra.”
“Seriously? Those things cost more than my car!”
“Not this one,” Lisa gloated, “I got it off Wish. Even with shipping, it was less than two hundred.”
“It’s probably junk. I wish you wouldn’t waste money on crap like that.”
Lisa slinked across the room and leaned down into Kayla’s space. Nearly a year her junior, Lisa had a perfect ‘influencer girl’ body, minus the boobs. Long blonde hair, tiny waist, smooth skin, the works. While the extra fifty pounds Kayla carried gave her little more than B-cups and a fat ass, Lisa often whined about how she had least had boobs.
Lisa said, “Come on, Kay… Don’t you want a girlfriend with double D’s? I know you’ve thought about it.”
Kayla had been with busty girls in college but knew better than to mention her exes or random hookups. And yes, she’d enjoyed playing with their tits, but every last one had been a nightmare in the personality department.
“It only works when you’re wearing it,” Kayla scoffed. “What good does that do me?”
Lisa stepped back and stood to her full five-foot-eight, clicking her tongue. “You can still play with them through the bra. And just think, you’ll be the envy of every straight guy at the club.”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “As if we can afford to go to clubs.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lisa said, working the package open. The glue on the envelope’s flap was stronger than the plastic it was made of, and it stretched and tore as her fingers tugged at it.
Once she’d torn a large enough hole, Lisa pulled the opening apart with both hands until the package ripped open, sending a large, pale blue bra flying out. She dropped the shredded envelope and snatched the bra mid-flight, nearly sending herself crashing to the floor in the process.
Kayla’s eyebrows shot up as she saw the massive undergarment in Lisa’s hands. “Are you sure that’s a double D? It looks huge.”
Lisa turned the bra over in her hands, untangling the band and straps until she found the tag. “US 32G, UK 32F, Japan 70H…”
“They sent the wrong size,” Kayla said.
“Who cares? Bigger is better, right?”
“Uh, sure. If you want to look like a stripper.”
Lisa stuck her tongue out at Kayla and pulled off her tee shirt.
“You’re putting it on now?”
“Obvi. I’ve been waiting for this baby for almost two months.” She tossed her shirt on a coffee table with a stack of books where one of the legs should have been.
Lisa’s torso was a thin pillar of pale skin, completely flat except for the barest hint of puffy flesh around her small pink nipples. She fastened the band of the knock-off Maddybra around her ribs, then slipped the straps over her shoulders. The result was so comical that Kayla had to suppress a snort of laughter. The stiff cups of the bra stood out from Lisa’s chest like empty buckets. She could have smuggled a pair of grapefruits into a movie theater and still had room for a few packs of Skittles. Lisa stared at the empty space between her nipples and the large bra cups. “It’s not working…”
Kayla wasn’t surprised. What were the odds a bra that cost less than a tenth of the real thing would work? Not wanting to add to Lisa’s disappointment, she said, “Um, I don’t know what science magic makes those things work, but I doubt they make you grow from nothing to cantaloupes instantly.”
Lisa’s face lit up. “Oh yeah, of course!” She glared down at Kayla. “Hey! I don’t have nothing!”
Kayla set her yarn aside and stood up to face her girlfriend. Lisa stood half a head taller than her, so she had to reach up and into the open bra cups to pinch Lisa’s nipples. “Hmm, I guess you’re right.”
Lisa swatted Kayla’s hands away. “Knock that off!” Picking up her discarded shirt and slipping it on, she added, “Let’s get dinner going while we wait.”
Kayla glanced at the rumpled shape of the bra crushed under Lisa’s shirt. She was sure nothing would happen and debated whether to console Lisa or give her a good lecture on wasting money.
Indeed, Lisa’s chest remained flat as ever as they made a box of mac and cheese and ate dinner in front of the TV. Kayla rinsed their dishes while Lisa picked a movie, and she could almost feel the cloud of disappointment wafting off her girlfriend. About halfway through the movie, Lisa started to squirm and fidget. She adjusted her shirt and plucked at her bra every few seconds.
“Are you okay over there?”
“It’s kind of itchy.”
“Just take it off. You probably should have washed it first; who knows what it’s got on it.”
“I don’t think it’s that; it’s more like—“ As she spoke, Lisa put a hand against the rumpled shape of one bra cup, her mouth dropping open.
“What?”
“I think… I think it’s working!”
“Bullshit.”
Lisa clutched at her chest with both hands, then grabbed Kayla’s hand and put it on her chest. “It is, feel.”
Kayla groped at her girlfriend’s chest. Between the shirt and the bra, there was a lot of material between her hand and Lisa’s skin, but she could still feel more flesh under there than usual. “Ho. Lee. Shit.”
“See??” Lisa’s lips curled into a smug smile, then her eyes fluttered, and her back arched.
Knowing Lisa’s nipples were sensitive, Kayla pulled her hand away. “Does it hurt?”
“No…” Lisa grunted. “It feels… kinda good.”
Kayla stared at Lisa’s shirt and saw the material pushing out further with each breath. “You should take your shirt off.”
Lisa smirked at her. “I knew you’d be into this, you perv.”
“I mean… I’m not not, but I want to make sure you’re okay. You’re not getting a rash or anything.”
Lisa snorted. “Good one, Kay.”
She pulled her shirt off anyway, and both girls stared into the oversized cups of her bra. There was nothing amiss about Lisa’s skin; it was as pale and pink as ever. But beneath her nipples, now puffed up and stiff, were two domes of flesh like half-peaches. They swelled to half-apples, then half-oranges. Lisa let out a faint moan, and her breaths came in shallow gasps.
Kayla watched as Lisa’s nipples inched closer to the front of the cups, their hemispherical shape plumping into fat lobes. They became full oranges, then grapefruit, and when Lisa’s nipples made contact with the cups, her back spasmed. The motion sent her new breasts jostling, her nipples bending and dragging across the material of the bra.
Lisa’s head lolled back against the couch, letting out a whimpering exhale Kayla was very familiar with. She was close, very close. In the three years together, Kayla had never seen Lisa get close to orgasm this quickly. Her breasts began swelling even faster, the rest of her plump skin growing into the cups. They pressed into the bra until they filled it perfectly, then slowly continued to rise like a pair of water balloons attached to a hose.
The straps of Lisa’s knock-off Maddybra pulled taut, making a straight line from her shoulders to the upper curve of her breasts. Still, the swelling continued, her breasts plumping over the brim of the cups and making the tight straps dig into her pale flesh.
“Uh… Lise?”
A few gasping moans were Lisa’s only reply.
“Lisa. They’re not stopping!”
Lisa’s breasts continued to grow, spilling over the bra. Slivers of flesh forced their way under the cups, lifting them away from her ribs. Kayla heard a soft stretching and saw the threads connecting the band of Lisa’s bra to the cups start to separate. A series of white lines appeared, then elongated as the off-brand bra grew increasingly inadequate for its task.
The cheap plastic connectors on the straps snapped, sending four short lengths of ribbon flying: two over her shoulders and two dangling from her massive breasts. Kayla reflexively put both hands in front of her face. This was simultaneously the hottest and most frightening experience of her life. She opened her mouth to warn Lisa of her imminent wardrobe malfunction but wasn’t fast enough.
With a set of loud –shriiip– noises, the band of Lisa’s bra separated from the cups. The back half of the bra sprang back against the couch cushion while the cups were flattened against her ribs as a pair of tits bigger than prize-winning watermelons flopped out into full, heavy teardrops. Lisa cried out in pleasure, her body spasming as she came.
Kayla stared in awe at her girlfriend’s massive breasts. Her mind was a haze of desire, driving out all rational thought. However, there was a faint, tiny voice in her head still capable of reason. It said, “Now that the bra’s off, they’re gonna start shrinking.”
Kayla pushed Lisa onto her back and started pulling both their clothes off.
***
“Aah!”
Kayla grumbled as Lisa’s scream startled her awake, shattering a beautiful, glorious sex dream. She’d been dreaming that her girlfriend bought one of those magic bras that made her grow tits. And not just any tits. Big, fat, delicious tits bigger than Kayla’s head. She’d kissed and suckled and motorboated them for hours. She’d definitely have to change the sheets.
“Why’d you wake me up, you freak?” Kayla mumbled into her pillow.
She nestled her head back into the pillow, but it felt… different. Warmer than it should, and the texture wasn’t right.
Kayla lifted her head—and gaped.
“H-huge…”
“They didn’t shrink!” Lisa screeched. “They’re supposed to go back to normal when I take the bra off!”
Kayla ran the tip of her tongue across her lips. “That’s what you get for buying a cheap knock-off.”
“What am I gonna do? I can’t go to work like this!”
Kayla swung one leg over Lisa’s hips, sitting on her flat stomach. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out…”
“But I can’t—“ Lisa cut off mid-sentence as Kalya palmed a nipple in each hand.
Her protests continued in fragments as Kayla kneaded the fattened orbs. “They’re just… won’t fit… too big…”
Kayla slid a hand between Lisa’s legs as she pulled a nipple into her mouth. Lisa’s words faded into gasps and moans as her girlfriend brought her over the edge.
When Kayla finally rolled off of her, Lisa laid on her back, panting. “You should quit that job,” Kayla said. “We’ll go shopping for some clothes that fit, and if you really want to keep waiting tables, you’d do way better at a sports bar.”
“I guess that’s true,” Lisa said breathily.
“Or, if you want, I could help you set up some social accounts.”
Lisa’s head lolled to the side with a questioning look. Kayla said, “You’d make a killing on OnlyFans.”
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