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The Dream Eater 2 (Sample)
🕑 Added 2024-08-03 13:35:44 +0000 UTCShe always dreamt of growing bustier. Her dreams came true—and they’re taking over.
As Patient Zero for a boob-obsessed reality-warper, Lydia nearly succumbed and let the Dream Eater possess her, mind and—increasingly bodacious—body. Now the Pandora Protocol needs her help to stop the monster that her deepest fantasies has called into being. She must face not only an all-powerful seductress, but resist the temptation to give in and let her curves grow to her heart’s content.
Can Lydia find the courage to fight, before the Dream Eater’s corruption engulfs the world in curvy chaos? Will she let herself be swept up in a living, breast-focused fantasy? And can she win the ultimate game with boobs as big as her own body?
This 5,900 word story contains: Breast Expansion (huge/macro), Solo/Lesbian, Transformation, Female Growth, Reality Warping & Clones.
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The Dream Eater 2
A Bust Expansion Story
She looked smaller, in the flesh. Less Imposing. In fact, the pale young woman was surprisingly petite considering the kind of fantasy that she indulged in. She was dressed simply, in jeans and a top that might have come—and probably were—from Lydia’s own wardrobe. Her only truly excessive characteristic was her hair, a luscious mane the color of the night sky that pooled around her feet as if it were a rift into the void itself. Lydia knew her name without a word being spoken: Aita.
“You’ve returned,” she said, “Finally. I was starting to grow lonely.” The Dream Eater graced Lydia with a flattering smile. This time her third eye was visible from the get-go, penetrating her with its onyx gaze. “And we both know that there are better ways to grow than that.”
“You’re not getting into my head again.”
Aita ignored the remark. “You brought a toy with you. Interesting. And you’ve… dwindled, in my absence. I wonder how that might have happened. And who made that happen. You haven’t fallen into bad company, have you, little flower? No matter. I’ll set things right again. Come. Let us bloom once more and become that which you desire most.”
Lydia felt the pull of those words, her head filling with images and impulses. Each thought becoming a laughing, dancing woman, growing full and curvy before her inner eye, teasing, taunting, cajoling her to join them. They all smiled like Aita did, their lips sultry, soft… and hungry.
“Don’t get any closer!” she said, raising her light gun. “I’ll shoot!”
“I bet you will. Over and over, shivering, twisting, panting all the while. That’s what it’s all about, is it not?” Aita advanced, reaching for Lydia. “You need only let me in.”
Shit! Lydia thought. The erotic visions seemed to spill out of her head. Voluptuous figures beckoned her from the shadows, thrusting their swelling, fertile curves towards her. The light gun felt as if it was made of lead.
Don’t be such a weakling, she thought to herself. Am I really gonna go down without a fight? In my own arcade?
She squeezed the trigger. Her gun produced a thin laser beam—accompanied by an 8-bit ‘pew pew’ sound—that hit the Dream Eater square in the chest and briefly enveloped her in smoke. It wasn’t as powerful as Lydia had hoped, but it proved a sufficient distraction for the haze around her mind to lift momentarily, as if she had just dunked her face in cold water.
That is, until the smoke cleared and Aita’s melodious laughter rang out over the sound of stretching fabric. “Ooh. I like this toy of yours, little flower,” she said, hefting her rapidly expanding tits as they outgrew her flimsy T-shirt and turned it into a crop top. “I like it a lot.”
Oh. Fuck.
Lydia didn’t stand a chance. The Dream Eater’s figure demanded her attention, filled her mind with nothing but the image of her burgeoning bust. From modest to big, from big to enormous, Lydia watched that awe-inspiring rack race through cup sizes to become far larger than her own head, perfectly outlined in the skin-tight stretch of fabric that struggled to contain her. It was too casually erotic to be real, a fantasy plucked straight from Lydia’s dreams. And she wanted more.
“You want to try that again?” Aita asked, grinning like a wolf.
No amount of defiance, rationality, or threats about the end of the world could stop Lydia’s libido. She delivered the death blow to the Dream Eater’s top with another ‘Pew!’ from her laser gun and stared, wide-eyed and enthralled, at the explosive results.
“Oh yes!” Aita moaned, thrusting out her chest as she tore through the unlucky T-shirt, “just like that!” The sound of the tearing fabric was music to Lydia’s ears, her attention fixed entirely on the set of gigantic, pale boobs that came into the open, swelling visibly as their owner cradled them and flicked one fat, luscious nipple.
Lydia stared as if she had never seen a naked woman before and was afraid that the vision might vanish if she so much as blinked. And yet, there was that other thought in her mind, the notion that, while no less sexy, Aita’s proportions were far from extraordinary. Wasn’t this how the world was supposed to be? Filled with alluring curves, every woman blessed with arm-filling udders?
A downward glance filled Lydia with doubt, as her own meager bust came into view. But the Dream Eater had already stepped forward, grasping her wrist as she pressed her gigantic naked breasts against Lydia.
“Have no fear,” she said, huskily, “it is not too late. Bloom with me, my little flower.” She pressed her voluptuous lips to Lydia’s and enveloped her in soft, sensual warmth, her torso-dwarfing tits wrapping around her front. And Lydia felt the little tingles, the familiar sensations of her body starting to change, to warp, to grow…
She wanted it. She wanted it all. And yet, through the mire of her mind, past the parade of horny, busty goddesses piling in to dominate her every sensation and her every thought, a small part of her was screaming like mad, its wails full of desperate defiance. Don’t give in!
Lydia felt the grip on her wrist slacken as Aita’s hands wandered over her body. She took that final chance to twist her gun and shoot, point blank, at the voluptuous dream demon. The light gun played its tired sound effect, the last ‘Pew’ stretching out as the battery ran out and the world dissolved.
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