"You know what's weird? I think my tits are growing again!" exclaimed Frances as she looked in her mirror. She ran her fingers like spiders down the front of her tight yellow shirt and smiled as she turned to look at her profile. Beautifully round and full, her breasts looked as though someone had put two large, spongy softballs down the front of her shirt. At about 5' 3" and 105 lbs with long gorgeous wavy brown hair anybody, girl or guy, seeing her in profile couldn't help but stare at her and her D cup boobs.
In fact people had always said that Frances had a near perfect body. Her legs were long compared to her height and her ass was rounded but not large. She had developed early and her head-start really showed.
"Really? Growing again?" said her best friend Jen weakly as she stood up. Jen was a few inches taller than Frances at 5' 7" and also had a nice ass and long legs but her breasts were less than what she felt adequate. She had small B cups, and although they looked good on her slightly skinny frame, she had always wished she had bigger breasts. She had only started growing breasts a little over two years ago - right after she had turned 16 - and having to compete with Frances's monsters since Grade 6 had taken it's toll on Jen's self-image.
"Yeah, I don't think they used to stick out THAT far, did they?" asked Frances as she cupped her breasts, her head cocked to one side and a mischievious grin on her face.
"Well, let's see!" said Frances exuberantly and with that she turned so that her back was against Jen's chest. They both noticed Jen's nipples poking into Frances's back, helped out by the lack of a bra on Jen's part.
"Ready?" asked Frances, and before Jen could protest in any way her wrists were locked in Frances's grip and were being pulled up closer to her magnificent tits. She tried to get away but Frances was too fast for her and Jen found herself with two more than handfuls of breast. Frances then began to make Jen's hands massage her breasts and smiled when Jen let out a little squeak. To Jen each squeeze was like a prime on her pump. It wouldn't be long before water was flowing.
"Can you tell?" Frances asked. Jen let out a little noise that could have been either a yes or a no.
"You're just saying that" scolded Frances "I guess I better take my shirt off." and with that she walked a few steps ahead and started to take off her bra from inside the shirt. She pulled it through her sleeve and threw it backwards with a lusty grin. Jen quickly scooped it up when Frances wasn't looking and placed it in her pcoket.
Jen was frozen, she couldn't believe any of this was happening. Truth be told, she had fantasized a few times about seeing Frances topless again and a deep part of her was enjoying this very much.
"Are you ready to see them?" inquired Frances, turning around. Her hands grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it upwards until just the very bottom of her boobs was visible. She took Jen's finger and made it stroke the bare flesh of the full bottom of her breasts. Frances then put one arm under her shirt to cover what she could of her breasts and with her other arm tore the shirt off over her head.
"I'm being such a tease!" joked Frances and let her arm drop. Her breasts hit her chest with an audible hollow thump.
"Ready to test them?" she breathed. Frances gently took both of Jen's hands and placed them on her breasts. Jen let out a small noise and felt liquid run down her leg from her sopping vagina.
"Well, are they bigger?" asked Frances in a breathy, sultry voice.
"I... I don't know. I can't tell. I didn't feel them before." said Jen.
"Well you're no help to me." pouted Frances. "I have to go out soon anyways so you should probably go. Call me tomorrow sometime."
"I guess I'll just have to find someone else to check my tits." she added. Jen was left to make her way out of Frances's house and go next dor to her own.
As soon as Jen got into her room she laid down on the bed and gingerly began to explore her wet crotch. It only took a few strokes for her to come to orgasm, and as she lay there moaning in her bed images of Frances's gorgeous tits flashed through her head. As she came down from her orgasm she fell asleep almost immediately
Jen woke three hours later, when her clock said 9:27. Immediately all the images from her earlier lusty encounter with Frances and all the sexual dreams she had had stampeded through her brain. She reached down and massaged her crotch to try and alleviate the burning, constant itch in her pants that hadn't subsided. As she finally came she let out a moan like a chained dog.
She allowed her mind to wander over the other encounters she had had with Frances's breasts and body. The one that stuck out the most was when, during a sleepover at Frances's house when they were both in grade 8, Frances had shown Jen her breasts for the first time.
Frances had had breasts for a few years at the time although they were only about three quarters their present size at the time, and on that particular day she was wearing a shirt with a low neckline. She had leaned over to pick something up and Jen had looked down her shirt at the round, succulent fruit within. Jen was taken aback by the sheer perfectness of Frances's breasts and had taken a step backwards. As Jen moved back Frances looked up to see Jen taking in an eyefull of cleavage.
"Are you staring at my breasts, Jen?" questioned Frances.
"Umm... yeah... I am... it's just that I don't have any yet..." said Jen with a slightly sad look in her eye. Jen looked up with a bit more courage.
"Do you think that I could... see them... maybe?" Jen asked timidly. Frances looked at her and then down at her own chest. She looked back up and then looked Jen up and down, realizing for the first time that Jen was a pretty sexy girl, and that Frances felt a palpable attraction to her.
Frances considered it for a few minutes and then said "sure, I'll let you see them". Frances started taking off her shirt, watching Jen's reaction the entire time.
"Wow" said Jen, "I bet any one of the guys at school would pay a lot of money to see what I'm about to", all the while keeping her eyes firmly focused on Frances's bustline. As Frances took the shirt and pulled it right off of herself Jen let a small whimper escape her. Frances tits were encased perfectly in a black bra, the rolling hills of her breasts visible. Then Frances reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She pulled the straps down from her shoulders slowly. Then she let the bra drop on the ground, but not before she could squeeze her shoulders together slightly to give Jen a nice view.
"Well?" ventured Frances. "What do you think?"
"They're... gorgeous." said Jennifer. Jennifer started to reach out to touch them when they heard someone moving in the kitchen. Frances grabbed for her bra and shirt just in case the person came into the room, and in the process Frances hit a stuffed animal on a shelf with her tit and it tunbled to the floor. Jen saw the whole thing happen and that memory stayed with her. That cow getting hit by Frances big tit came up very often as she masturbated at night.
She let out a quick sob and then sighed as she unconsciously pawed at the bra in her pocket. She stood in front of the mirror and took her own shirt off. Her breasts had virtually no sag and were wonderfully shaped but had no size. She reached for the bra in her pocket and pulled it out. She had always thought about trying on one of Frances's bras but had never had the nerve to take one. Now that she had she discovered she also had the resolve to try it on.
She took the bra and slowly let it encircle her torso, hooks in the front. She clasped the claws together and turned it around. She raised the cups up to her breasts and nearly laughed, cried and sighed all at the same time over the near comical sight of big cups on a small chest.
"If I'm going to do this then I better do it." she said quietly to herself. She went into the hall closet and found two water balloons which she then filled up with water in the bathroom sink. She made sure they were the proper size and hefted them up. As she squeezed them the memory of Frances's flooded her mind. Her breasts were incredible, they felt like fleshy bags of oil with a scent of honeysuckle. She nearly came right there but managed to compose herself to drop the balloons into her bra. She put her shirt over the fake tits and marvelled in the mirrror.
"They look so good!" she thought.
"I wish I had Frances's breasts" she said. She jiggled them back and forth and jumped and down to feel the bounce. She then turned to the doorway and pretended there was a guy there.
"Hey, do you like my tits?" she asked with a wink.
"Want to feel them?" and with that her legs began to quiver and then give out as she had a tremendous orgasm. As she fell to the floor her breasts popped and water ran everywhere. The fluids seemed to take up the entire bathroom floor and mix with her own fluids in a pleasure filled whirlpool. She cleaned up the mess and then went to bed.
Jen woke up and got ready for work. As she put on her bra she noticed that her bra didn't quite fit anymore.
"Shit, my tits!" she said softly to herself and then grapped some kleenex to stuff in the gaps in her bra caused by the vacation of her breasts.
As her day at work as a secretary seemed to wear on her breasts seemed to get smaller and smaller. She became more and more worried until she felt severly naseous. Her panicked demeanour and pale face convinced her boss to let her go home.
The minute she burst in the door of her house she ripped her shirt off and looked at her chest...
Nothing. There was nothing there. All she had were nipples on a chest, no breasts to speak of.
She fell on to the couch and began crying.
"What am I going to tell my parents when they get back from vacation" she thought.
"I don't want to look like a boy!" and she motioned to her chest with her hand. She then noticed that she actually did have breasts. There was a very small something there where nothing was just a few minutes ago. As she looked her breasts seemed to start growing faster and faster. The physical feeling of this transformation and the realization of her bust growth caused her to go sit in her screened-in porch to cool down. The cool night wind over her hot growing breasts and nipples felt extremely good. She fell into a psychadelic trance and she lost track of time. She could feel her breasts getting larger and larger and every few minutes she would orgasm, something she was becoming indifferent to from just the sheer volume of oragasms she was experiencing. The world started swimming around her and crazy thoughts bolted through her head until she passed out.
Jen awoke as Friday passed to Saturday. 12:01AM the clock said to her. She quickly moved her hands to her forehead but stopped when she brushed by some flesh in the way. She inhaled sharply as the realization of her new breasts dawned on her. She rushed to a mirror and stared at them. They were beautiful in every way, being both soft and firm, round but also teardrop shaped, nearly perfect. But they seemed familiar in some way.
Of course! They were exactly like Frances's! She had wished for Frances's breasts and she had gotten them. Suddenly a flash of pleasure coursed through her left breast. She looked at her tits but was unable to explain what felt like fingers rubbing around her nipple.
"Oh Christ!" she gasped. "That felt soooo good. These must be her breasts in every way! I must be able to feel everything done to them!" She ran into her room and put on Frances's bra and a shirt and ran over to Frances's house.
She didn't bother knocking on the front door or Frances's room door, she just burst right in to her room and to the sight of Frances lying down on her bed with her back arched about to touch her own nipple. Frances's head whipped around at the sound of the door opening, but when she realized who it was she smiled a big smile.
"Well this is unexpected..." It was then that Frances noticed the new additions to Jen's chest. The sight of such a huge pair on such a skinny girl caused her to start stroking her nipple. Instantly both her and Jen let out a moan.
"I didn't know you were into stuffing your bra Jen, but I don't mind all that much." said Frances. Frances ran her hand over one of her tits and Jen let out a little sigh.
"I didn't stuff my bra, these aren't fake." said Jen and moved so that her breasts were about two inches away from Frances's face. Jen made sure her hand was on the inside of Frances's thigh. Jen looked at her with an innocent face.
"If I was stuffing would they do this?" and started moving her chest from side to side. Her breasts swung back and forth wildly and nearly hit Frances in the face.
"No, no they wouldn't," stammered Frances. She reached up to grab one but Jen used her hand to guide Frances's arm back down to the bed.
"Did you ask before you could play with them?" queried Jen. "I didn't think so." She then moved so that she was sitting on Frances's naked body and proceeded to stroke Frances's breasts. It felt so good to Jen's breasts that she played with them for about ten minutes, stroking and licking them until they both came.
Jen then arched her back so that her breasts strained against the cloth of her shirt and moved her arms up into the air. She clasped her hands together and stretched her arms as far as she could. She then began shaking her chest again, moving closer and closer to Frances's face until her monstrous breasts were about half an inch away.
"Do you want to see them?" asked Jen. Frances nodded. "Then you have to take off my top with your teeth."
Frances gingerly moved her head upwards until she had Jen's shirt in her mouth. She could taste sweat on the shirt. Propping herself up on her elbows she slowly pulled the shirt upwards. She moved her legs out from under Jen and started to stand up on the bed while Jen continued to kneel. As she pulled the shirt up and over Jen's head she made sure her own breasts would rub against Jen's face. Jen moaned as the breasts softly moved over her face, both from the facial stimulation and from the feelings her own breasts were giving her. Frances's breasts felt like soft bags of soothing water on her face. Frances pulled one last time and the shirt came off.
"Stay like that, you sexy girl," said Frances. She knelt behind her and took the back of the bra strap in her teeth. She pulled upwards and out until the bra unhooked itself.
"I don't know how you got these," whispered Frances into Jen's ear "but I can't wait to feel them in my hands." Frances pulled the bra off of Jen's shoulders and gingerly cupped Jen's breasts.
"I got these by wishing for them." said Jen. "I said I wish I had Frances's breasts and now I have them. When anybody touches your tits I can feel it."
"So if I do this..." said Frances's and rubbed her boobs vigorously.
"Oh god that feels so good!" gasped Jen.
"Well in that case I wish I had your breasts," joked Frances. As soon as she said that her breasts instantly seemed to disappear and reappear. "Oh my god......" she said. Jennifer reached up and stroked her breast and Frances let out a low moan. Jennifer instantly realized what this could mean and said "I wish that I had Frances's cunt!"
Jennifer reached over and stroked Frances vagina and could fell every nuance of her fingers over the outside lips and into the inside.
"Frances, wish for my vagina! We can both feel what each other feels!" Frances, overcome by the erotic feelings and the strangeness of the situation, immediately said it.
"I wish that I had Jen's vagina." And it happened.
"Frances, I have an idea," said Jen
Frances and Jennifer walked into the apartment of Jason and Chris, roommates that they met at a local bar. They were wearing nearly identical outifts... shorts that nearly showed their asses and bikini tops that were doing a terrible job of covering their giant boobs. Frances immediately jumped onto Jason and started kissing him. He held her as she wrapped her legs around him and kissed her back.
"Take me to the bedroom," she said. Jennifer took Chris's hand and led him towards the other bedroom.
"Have you ever been with a girl with tits like mine?" Jen asked.
"No, never," said Chris. "They're gorgeous."
"I know," said Jen as she reached behind her and let the top go slack. Her breasts fell down slightly and rested on her chest.
"Fuck me... now." she breathed at Chris. Chris picked her up and laid her on the bed. She felt a cock move deep inside her. As she was distracted by the feelings coming through, Chris put his cock right inside her. He started pumping, and she felt fantastic feelings coursing through her. Over the rush of emotion she heard Chris talking to her.
"God you've got hot tits. They're so big, and I love them big."
"Do you wish they were bigger?" squeezed out Jen as Chris started pumping harder and faster.
"Wha...?" said Chris, and then Jen veritably screamed out.
"I wish my tits were as big as basketballs!" Frances heard Jen scream out from the next room. Then she felt strange feelings coming from her chest. Her breasts were expanding. They started blowing up like balloons, jiggling every time Jason rammed her harder and harder. They strained against her bikini top and then it snapped and flew right into Jason's face. He opened his eyes to see a girl, whose formerly impressive chest had made him nearly come in his pants at the bar, now wielding tits the size of bowling balls and they were getting bigger. As they grew to the size of basketballs Frances and Jen both came. It was an incredible orgasm, it ate them up inside and destroyed their senses. They screamed even though they couldn't even hear it, their pussy walls tightened up until they nearly hurt Jason and Chris, but they responded by coming violently, soaking their insides with all the cum that they had been saving up since witnessing the gorgeous friends with huge tits.
Later that night two extremely busty friends were seen sneaking out of the apartment, their tits leading the way by at least a foot and a half. As they ran down the street their huge tits bounced and swayed the entire way.
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