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Y'shtola's Bra of Holding
🕑 Added 2025-02-01 11:30:12 +0000 UTCWith inspiration from TallDropM's writings, here's a bit of extreme hyper breast expansion/compression shenanigans. I've dropped in likewise inspirational art from pinkslut and katsumega.
The catastrophe began with a violent shudder: a great rumbling shift of the earth that shook the bones of the mountains and sent quakes through the land for miles around. At the center of these great things—ever in the midst of trouble—you would find a contingent of Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Here, it was Y’shtola, sage and sassy sorceress, and Penny, Warrior of Light and troublemaker extraordinaire. They were far from civilization when the shocks hit, all by their lonesome in a weather worn inn somewhere deep in the desert. Only, you had to wonder why they were present at the epicenter before the quakes had even started…
Y’shtola was at her desk, studying an ancient tome, when Penny practically kicked her door in.
“Are you alright?” Penny demanded, high on adrenaline. Being a catgirl, her tail and ears were on high alert. “What the hell was that?”
“Noticed, did you?” Y’shtola sat back, notably unmoved by the earthquake or her companion’s alarm. “I guess I have left it overlong.”
“Left what?” Penny asked, narrowing her eyes. “It… it came from in here, didn’t it? The shockwave.”
“Indeed. I must needs fix my bra.” The white-haired sorceress permitted herself a wry smile at the sight of Penny’s confusion, taking her time to place her bookmark, lay down her tome, and standing up to face her traveling companion.
“Your bra?” Penny asked, the natural question for someone conflating a question of natural phenomena with her underwear.
“My bra,” Y’shtola agreed. “That’s what I said.” She reached up to the laces that bound the top of her dress, slowly loosening the glittering strands. That delicate act on its own, her fingers playing across her pale decolletage, could cause anyone to wait and watch—but it was no match for the eye-catching effect below it: with every tug of lace, Y’shtola’s chest filled out dramatically, as if her breasts were a pair of balloons, swelling bigger with every motion. At first it seemed a trick of the eye, then a trick of raw magic, as the reality of what went on became impossible to deny. Her cleavage deepened and her delectable rack grew, enticing Penny to keep on staring as it bulged across the deep neck of her dress. These were no balloons; they were natural and heavy, gorgeous teardrops that strained against their confines, poised to overflow at the first chance they got.
“Penny, dear, you’re staring.” Y’shtola laughed gently. “I know, I know. It’s my own fault. The enchantment doesn’t last forever.”
“The enchantment to grow your boobs?”
“The enchantment to hold them back, of course. Don’t be silly.” Y’shtola finished unlacing her top, giving a low purr of relief as her breasts took that moment to stretch her dress past recognition. Normally, she was a stately sight, her generous bust wrapped up in that black dress to keep the sauciness to an acceptable level. Now, however, her chest had grown so fast through the alphabet of cup sizes that Penny could barely keep track—and with the last of the lace gone, they discarded such measurements entirely, swelling to the size of overripe pumpkins, proud and bulging across what little remained of her garment’s front, the cups of which, as an obscene reminder, showed themselves to be too small to even cover one of her enormous, pink nipples.
“Hold them… Back?” In her heart of hearts, Penny thought the question somewhat perfunctory, giving the naked display of breast expansion magic. And yet, there was clearly a gap in her knowledge and a glint in Y’shtola’s eyes that seized upon it to draw out her words.
“Oh yes,” the sorceress said. “You didn’t believe my chest was this small, surely?” Now she grasped the bottom of the neck of her dress and yanked it down, finally dooming the garment to rending asunder under the unmitigated pressure of her breasts. Like a dam breaking, her bust sprang out, overflowing her arms in an instant. Bigger and rounder, they hid her torso behind their naked glory in seconds. Then they were down past her hips, her knees, her feet; like that great river held back for too long and now finally flowing, they leapt forward towards Penny, sweeping her up into their ever-deepening cleavage as the floor—and indeed the room—filled to completion with hot, fragrant titflesh.
Penny found herself slammed against a badly creaking wall, shimmying instinctively towards the light. “What the hell?”
“I know,” Y’shtola lamented. “Too little space in here. Don’t get the wrong idea. There’s plenty more to come.” Her mounds of mega-tits shifted as the sorceress, without any apparent effort, stepped back towards the window to give her crushing boobs more room to fill. They, of course, took the chance immediately, making Penny groan as she was shoved again, her little nook instantly made tight and sweltering with tit.
“I see,” she said without conviction and arranged herself atop the small cabinet that had been provided (and was now all but embedded in the wall from the pressure). “So you need to fix your bra by… smothering everything in your boobs? That’s an interesting strategy.” She shoved at Y’shtola’s wall of boob with a grunt, not giving up her personal space without a fight.
“Ooh,” Y’shtola cooed. “If you’re gonna be handsy, I can find a better place for you.” She turned herself slightly, manipulating her tonnes of tits with disconcerting ease, until one of her fat, pink nipples smothered itself against the squirming Penny. “There. Now, be careful that you don’t distract me too much. It tends to make my girls grow.” She paused, smirking in her companion’s direction. “And yes, they haven’t grown at all so far. They’ve decompressed. I trust you know the difference.”
Penny frowned with concentration and shoved at the enormous teat that seemed so intent to make her acquaintance. “I’m not sure it makes much of a difference from back here,” she said, her hands earning a moan from the other side of the room that made Penny blush.
“I can assure you that it does. Especially if you touch me like that.” Y’shtola ran her tongue over her teeth as she picked out a spellbook from between her sweaty tits. “You’re looking rather cute back there. And you had no idea, truly? That only makes it cuter.”
“That you were hiding these monsters in your bra? No, I didn’t!”
“Oh, Penny. I’ve barely gotten to my bra. I’m still ‘wearing’ it, in a sense. I’m not talking about any paltry physical garments, of course. My bra is more of a… metaphysical entity. What else could possibly contain the full size of my bust?”
There was no way Y’shtola should have been able to see Penny’s face, what with the literal room-crushing volumes of tit in the way, and yet her wry smile widened appreciatively at the faces that the entrapped redhead made as she lost her battle with Y’shtola’s hardening nipple. The way Penny’s hackles were raised and her fangs were bared, it seemed a very real possibility that she’d try to bite it, next. But Y’shtola might just end up enjoying that…
“Why don’t I show you?” Y’shtola offered. “I’ll need to dig down to the seal that’s causing me trouble, in any case. And it sounds like you’re in sore need of seeing what a real set of breasts look like.”
“Sounds to me like you’re just looking for an excuse to show off,” Penny said.
“Maybe. I won’t deny that it has been too long since anyone showed the courage to lay hands on my girls. Nor that I’m not dying to see the look on your face once you realize how much bigger I grow every time we touch. But you’ll see.” She paused for just long enough to make Penny contemplate the image that she painted, then opened her spellbook and ran her finger down the page until she came to the spell of unsealing. “Now, hold on. Releasing a layer of compression tends to distort the local space-time. You might experience some minor turbulence…”
At that moment, the sagging wall behind Penny gave in to the pressure; she crashed through it in a cloud of dust, falling backwards as Y’shtola’s pink, puffy areola, the size of a dinner table—and growing—followed her through, as if to bury her alive.
“Y’shtola, wait!” Penny cried—and then she was gone.
***
Penny had expected worse from being shunted haphazardly through time and space. Then again, it was far from the first time that she had been teleported against her will. She appeared with a flash just outside the weather-beaten inn, less than a dozen feet away from the room that she and Y’shtola had occupied, popping back into reality without so much as losing her step.
“Huh,” Penny said, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun. Her senses reeled from the sudden change; from the gentle warmth of Y’shtola’s cleavage to the dry heat of the desert wind, from the softness of the sorceress to the hard, cracked dirt beneath her boots. Most of all, it was the instantaneous shift from feeling cramped and fearful of accidentally becoming a casualty beneath the mass of tits to the calm, wide-open vista of the prairie. There was almost too much open space. It went on for miles and miles, flat as could be, with only the sun-baked inn daring to rise more than a handful of feet above the plains.
Which is why it puzzled Penny that she suddenly found herself in shadow. But she didn’t wonder for long. She looked up—and found the largest pair of tits she had ever laid eyes on, the nipples alone vastly outsizing the entire building with their proud, swollen bulk.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Who, me?” Y’shtola said, her gentle laughter coming to Penny as clearly as if she’d been standing right beside her. “I told you there might be a disturbance. You’re unharmed, I trust?”
“That’s clearly not the issue!”
“Ah. My breasts, then?” There was a great rumble from the earth, a shifting of weight and a desperate groan from the timber of the inn as her gigantic bust rolled forward, her hundreds of feet of bustline expanding in a smooth wave that saw the roof all but buried in her pink, bumpy areola.
“Yes! Your breasts! They’re about to crush that poor inn!”
“You expected it to survive my bra coming off?” Another peal of melodic laughter. “Oh dear. Penny, you really don’t understand how busty am I, do you? Don’t you worry about the inn, we rented it to ourselves for a reason. Instead, you should consider how you’re going to take care of my girls, because, frankly, they’ve been growing bigger since you touched them and I don’t think I can make them stop.”
“Yeah,” Penny said, squinting at the shape of Y’shtola’s nipple expanding above her head “I’ve noticed.”
“Careful,” Y’shtola purred as her bustline expanded by another hundred feet. “They like that.”
Penny froze, shivering. How could she not? How could she rationalize, let alone comprehend, the wonderfully impossible sight before her? The effortless ease with which her friend let out virtual mountains of breast, the erotic power of her bust, and the teasing smirk continually fixed to her lush lips? Things had escalated so fast that, for a while, part of Penny had been able to simply write it off as some strange mirage, a fantasy or a joke, an illusion meant to wind her up. But now Y’shtola had gone much too far—and there could be no doubt that her magnificent bust was as gigantic as it looked. So, Penny was forced to wonder, what did that say about Y’shtola’s lofty boasts of her supposedly true, uncompressed size?
There was a husky moan from the other side of the looming rack. They grew again, expanding in all directions, the flat landscape disappearing into her softness by degrees. The unfortunate inn, Penny’s only real point of reference, dwindled under Y’shtola’s bulk, now reduced to the size of a single bump on the sorceress’ areola, which pressed down on it from above. Doubtlessly, if not for Y’shtola’s intervention, both the inn and Penny herself would’ve been flattened already.
“Your ‘girls’ aren’t the only ones enjoying themselves,” Penny noted.
“Guilty. But then, I so rarely indulge. It’d be a shame not to take pleasure in it.”
Penny eyed the approaching cleavage, deep as a canyon. “Maybe with a little less pleasure, we’d still have a place to sleep for the night.”
“Hah! You have all the space in the world you need between my breasts, kitten. And even now, you’re still thinking far too small. The growth of my bust has barely escaped containment. All of this? A mere fraction, overflowing the arcane seals. But, given how you’ve made them tingle and swell in the planes beyond, perhaps you have earned a proper education. Perhaps a little show.” From behind her mountainous shoulder boulders, Y’shtola winked at Penny and said, “Allow me to educate you.”
***
Again, Penny was sent whirling through space like mortals were never supposed to whirl. One moment, she stood on the dusty plain, in the shadow of Y’shtola’s titanic tits. The next, Penny found herself on a snowy mountaintop, a gale wind whirling around her, tearing at her coat. She had gone, and Y’shtola had not followed.
Penny didn’t believe that, of course. Of course the crafty sorceress would show herself. And she did, though it took Penny’s eyes a few seconds to realize why the dramatic landscape below the craggy peak terminated in such a neat curve. Because the pale white wasn’t the sky at all; it was Y’shtola’s breathtaking bosom, now existing at such a scale that it was hard to access it as belonging to a living thing. Forget mere hundreds of feet: her tits were measured in miles now, if not dozens of them, a pair of perfect, imposing teardrops that challenged even the mightiest cliff to so much as dimple their skin. Despite watching them from the tallest point in the area, if not the whole country, Penny still had to crane her neck to see Y’shtola’s pink, puffy nipples rising far into the blue sky.
Penny sucked in a lungful of air, ready to spit out an expletive at the insanity before her (and the wet chill penetrating her boots). But already she was going, slipping between places. The dramatic vista disappeared and was replaced by a white whirling sea and the gaggle of islands that floated in the midst of the clouds. She had been transported even higher—as high as you could go while standing on solid ground, arguably—and still Y’shtola’s tits dominated the view. Fully half of the heavens were taken up by the sorceress’ curves, horizon to horizon—and at its center stood Y’shtola herself, perched on the edge of the floating islands, with her naked titflesh spilling forth in all their grandeur.
“How do they look?” she said, looking back at Penny with her damnably wry smile. “Big enough?”
“H-how…” Penny reeled. It was a challenge to stay on her feet, let alone respond. It seemed imperative that she avoid urging Y’shtola on to claim even more of the world under her breasts.
“How big are they? Few hundred miles around, I should say. Nothing too eye-catching. But we can do better.” She licked her lips and purred as mighty boobwall shuddered and grew in earth-shattering bursts. “A few thousand miles. And now… tens of thousands,” she continued and gave Penny a suggestive look. “Want to lend a hand?”
“Lend a… Y’shtola, you can’t be serious! After all the effort we’ve spent saving the world, and now—”
“Penny, my breasts are literally outgrowing the planet as we speak. How could I be any more serious?” She waved her hand in a casual gesture. “It’ll be fine. I’ll put it back as I found it. You really think it hasn’t happened before? I’ve always been busty—catastrophically so, as some have chosen to put it in the past. And we’re still here, are we not?”
“I… I guess?” Penny said, grimacing.
“If you’re in doubt, I’ll have to prove it to you.” Y’shtola took Penny’s wrist and, allowing no argument, led it to the expanse of her soft, pliable tits. At the touch of the redhead’s palm, she sighed—and her breasts rumbled even louder, as their already meteoric rate of growth accelerated to apocalyptic levels. “How does that feel?”
“Good?” Penny ventured. “Warm. Squishy.”
“Mhm. All good things.” Trusting Penny to keep her hands where they were, Y’shtola looped her arm around her friend’s waist and pulled her in close. “I’ve been growing bustier by the mile every day you’ve known me. Every hour, every minute, every second. Especially when you’ve been close by. A kind word, a brush of skin—you may never have known it, but you’ve caused whole worlds’ worth of busts to bloom on me. It only seems fair that I’d get to show it off to you some time.”
“Even seeing it, it seems impossible. This has always been here? Hidden?”
“In my enchanted bra, yes. Which…” Y’shtola bit her lip, overtaken with sudden pleasure. “Mmh. A million miles… My girls are past the sun, now. Ten suns, a hundred suns…”
There was nothing around them but Y’shtola’s breasts. A fragment of island to stand on, a hint of space above—otherwise, it was all tits. There was no way for anyone—even the gods—to truly behold Y’shtola in their entirety; and yet Penny found images floating into her mind. The gentle curves that slowly blanketed out the stars, the titanic rise of her fat, eager nipples, and the swirls of cosmic dust in all the colors of the universe circling around her ever-expanding form.
“Gosh,” Penny mumbled. “You could’ve told me earlier.”
“Would you have believed me then? I think it unlikely. But seeing is believing—and I’m pleased that I’ve finally had a good reason to make you see.” She purred, tracing magic symbols upon the side of her oh-so-sensitive jubblies. At the same time, there was a dramatic flash of light in the outer reaches of space, just as entire constellations began to revolve around her eagerly fattening nipples. “Speaking of, I’ve located the fault in my bindings. A trifle, really… but enough to make the dominos fall. Ah well, these things happen. Even the best spells can’t hold back my universe-busting breasts forever…”
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“Certainly. But that doesn’t mean that it’s not true. Perhaps I will show you. Just as soon as I re-weave this enchantment…”
Penny had to make a choice. She could tell the sorceresses no—could pass it off as a strange dream, forget it ever happened. But as the last of the starlight twinkled in Y’shtola’s eyes, as her strange and wonderful breasts adorned themselves with galaxies and filled all there ever was or would be, she couldn’t but encourage the busty cat, stroking her hand gently as she finished drawing her spell on the side of her nigh infinite wall of tit.
Y’shtola looked back and smiled.
Then the world cracked like an egg and Penny was yanked back, flying in reverse through a dizzying collection of colors and sensations until, at last, she crash-landed in a small, creaking bed at the corner of the room in their desolate inn.
“There,” Y’shtola said, rising from her desk with a pat on her chest. “All fixed.”
“Just like that?” Penny asked, her wits still rattling around the inside of her head like a handful of marbles. She should sit up, but didn’t trust the world to stay still.
“Yes. Everything.” Y’shtola smiled. “Not my first time, and it won’t be my last. And speaking of first times…”
Penny was shell-shocked, but not so shell-shocked that she didn’t pick up the implication. “Woah, easy now! I—I mean, yes—very yes—but I can hardly see straight right now, much less make a good impression.”
“There’s nothing straight about my suggestion,” Y’shtola said dryly, curling her lip. “And since I’m the one that brought you into this state of disarray—why don’t I make you feel better?” Like the rest of the planet, she was back to normal. But even so, her bust was clearly larger than usual in her dress—and bulged bigger, second by second, as she leaned over Penny.
“Y’shtola. You’re kind of… doing it again.”
“Noticed, did you?” Y’shtola flashed a wicked grin. “Good. Because this time I’m doing it on purpose—and I won’t hold back.”
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