Tuesday afternoon at the mall. Julie could think of no better way to enjoy herself and avoid her brother at the same time. Shopping was still a complete pleasure for her since she wasn�t old enough to have bills to worry about (and as long as daddy was still giving her the money). Add to that the complete distraction of Joey�s pranks at home and the mall had pretty much become Julie�s sanctuary.

The reason for her latest trip to the mall irked her a bit and Julie was busy trying not to think about it. But in truth the whole matter was worrisome. Embarrassment made her young bosom swell larger. Not much, true, but larger. And what�s more, the swelling never seemed to go down. Although she had discovered this relatively recently her brother had found out and immediately began taking advantage of her plight: walking into her bedroom without knocking, water ballooning her shirt, making lewd comments when her friends were around, etc. It was enough that her B cups no longer fit her, so the first order of the day was to find a bra that did.

As she entered one of the anchor stores Julie immediately saw the bra and lingerie section. It took a little bit of time before she found the 32 inch bands. When she did Julie quickly grabbed a C cup, then hesitantly pulled out a D cup as well.

I hope I don�t need this, she thought as she inspected the seemingly enormous cups.

Some of the changing rooms were under construction and those that weren�t were packed and a short line had formed outside. Taking her place Julie self consciously crossed her arms over her chest. Minutes passed and the line grew as it crept along. Soon Julie heard a slight gasp behind her. Turning she caught the surprised face of a small girl starring at her bras. Julie quickly hid the undergarments against her chest and just as immediately felt her chest swelling.

Not here! she worried, not now!

Just then a stall opened and Julie hustled in, grateful to be between two of the rooms under construction. After closing the door she noticed the Spartan arrangement of her dressing room. The bench and the hooks had both been removed, only a full length mirror adorned the wall. Sighing she dropped the bras on the floor and turned to face herself. Her top was clearly not big enough anymore. It puckered and gaped around her bust line, perhaps now a bit more than it did when she left for the mall, she couldn�t be sure. Bracing herself she removed her top, draped it over the wall and regarded herself again. The bra she wore struggled to keep her breasts contained even with the straps let out completely. Flesh pushed above and under the cups and the surrounding skin was flush. As she attempted to undo the hooks Julie thought to herself this should be interesting.

The strain of her burgeoning bosom locked the hooks tight in place and Julie had to contort severely trying get a good enough grip to push together. Even that was no easy trick as the teenager soon discovered. It wasn�t long before she found herself wrestling with the garment and, just as she finally got the hooks undone, she bumped against the wall her blouse hung on. Julie�s boobs sprung free as she looked up in horror to watch her top begin sliding into the next stall.

�Oh my god!� she cried as she lurched forward to grab at the tail. The violence of the movement popped her bra the rest of the way off to swing helplessly on her arms, but she had missed the garment. A split second later she could hear her blouse fall onto the neighboring floor.

Suddenly Julie could feel the embarrassment creeping up on her as she realized her predicament. She would have to walk into the store to get help wearing only a bra, unless she didn�t have one that fit! Frightened she reached to the floor to get the two new bras, letting the old one slide off her arms. Julie could feel her chest tightening with embarrassment, so taking a breath she turned to face the mirror.

And she was amazed at what she saw. She was now wearing only her jeans, hung low to flaunt her tight little tummy. But she feared her tummy would no longer be getting any attention. Her boobs were visibly quite larger than they had been that morning. In fact they looked downright huge. By themselves they might have been merely big but they dominated her narrow frame. Suddenly the D cup didn�t look nearly as big as it had when she first grabbed it. It was difficult for her to tell whether her chest was red from the abuse of the tiny bra she�s just dropped on the floor or flush from fear, but they certainly felt as though they were growing.

With a nervous tremble Julie tried to don the D cup, hands fumbling awkwardly with the unfamiliar cups. The trembling got much worse when she discovered that she�d grown too large for it. Far too large for it. Reluctantly she removed it and dropped both to the floor.

Desperate and on the verge of tears Julie jumped up and tried to grab the top of the wall, missing. As her feet hit the ground she was again reminded of how very large her bosom had become when the two meaty dugs slapped against her stomach. Certain that everyone in the store had heard her made Julie blush more and the growing sensation increased. Again she tried to grab the top of the wall, and while she was successful in grabbing the edge, her turgid breasts pushed her too far away from the wall to hold on.

Back on the floor Julie tried to calm herself down. She sat Indian style on the floor and took deep breaths. Slowly she could feel herself relax and the tight sensation of her breasts faded. After a bit she decided to call for help.

When the saleswoman arrived she had no problem in opening the other stall and retrieving Julie�s blouse. But as the trapped and bare-titted teen watched her top billow over the door, she realized that it was too small now to be serviceable. A quick check confirmed it: the buttons could now just barely reach over her nipples. She needed a new shirt now too!

Whispering through the door Julie explained to the saleswoman that she needed a new bra and a new blouse, bra first. Julie wasn�t sure what size she�d bloomed up to so she asked the lady for both a 32 DD and a 32 F. A few minutes later she discovered that the boobs she carried were now larger than F cups. Slightly embarrassed she asked the saleswoman to get her a 32 G. Once again the G cups were inadequate to contain her giant teats. Once again she asked the saleslady for a size larger and to her horror the woman replied, quite loudly, �We don�t have anything bigger than a G cup honey, I guess you�re just too big for us!�

It took only a couple more minutes for the lady to get Julie a shirt that fit, though by that time Julie had swollen too large for any of their normal blouse sizes as well. By chance they happened to have a white maternity blouse that, in addition to not looking too awful, left her some room.

After quickly paying for the shirt and putting her old clothes in a sack Julie began to hurry back to the car. But the jiggling of her unfettered bosom soon untucked her blouse, which once again began to embarrass her. Feeling the growth begin again Julie tried to run, sending her heavy front undulating wildly. The weight and chaos of Julie�s jugs kept her off balance as she staggered and as she passed the mall�s fountain she tripped.

Trying hard to keep her feet Julie reached out for the side of the fountain but instead fell in head first. And she might have actually hit her head on the bottom if her breasts hadn�t hit bottom before she did. It was an effort for her to get out and up, but some passersby helped pull her to her feet. They gasped as she stood before them, her top now soaked and revealing most of the detail of Julie�s mammaries. A small crowd now formed and all could see the teenager had breasts projecting and descending to a wholly unnatural degree, aureole that were broader than her face, dark brown with numerous bumps pushing into the wet fabric.

Julie let out a little scream and renewed her run for the car. As she ran past shopper after shopper her shame grew, and as she reached the doors she felt the first of the buttons of her blouse pop off. Several more followed in quick sequence until, when she finally reached her car, the final button popped and Julie�s new maternity blouse opened completely. A family that was just getting out of their minivan beside her witnessed as Julie climbed into her car, frantically trying to close her blouse and her door at the same time, gigantic boobs flashing in and out of view.

As soon as she got in the car Julie tore out of the parking lot as quickly as she could, barely stopped before hitting the street and speeding for home. She counted her blessings when she managed to get home without being stopped by the police. She renewed counting her blessings when she pulled into the garage and saw no one was home.

After the garage door closed, Julie slowly climbed out of the car, first pushing her driver�s side tit out, then pulling out her passenger�s side. Once on her feet the young woman put her hands on her hips and looked down upon her new bosom. She was reminded of her cousin�s stomach when she was at the end of her pregnancy. Her cousin was having twins and had amazingly gone full term. At the time Julie thought her belly was the biggest thing she had ever seen projecting from a woman. And now her tit�s had taken that honor, dangling heavily moreso than projecting.

Quickly, afraid of being seen, Julie hustled into the house and up to her room. As she did she was fascinated by the new sounds and sensations she experienced coming from her jugs: the triple rubbing sound of each boob against her body and each other, the occasional slap of flesh against her stomach, the wobbling �echo� when her tits hit each other, but most curious was the sloshing noise her boobs now made. It was quite audible.

When her mother got home Julie called her up the bedroom. Her mother nearly fainted dead away when Julie showed her her enormous bazooms, the humiliation of which added another couple inches.

The next day the two of the them went to see a doctor, another humiliating experience for Julie which only got worse when she was recommended to a specialist. When they arrived at the specialist the sack dress that Julie�s mother has hastily made that morning from a pair of sheets was stretched to capacity. After an hour in the waiting room some of the stitching was popping. Finally the concerned pair was shown to a room and shortly thereafter the doctor came in. She was middle aged, gray flecks in her dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses perched at the end of her nose and a purple frill peaking out of her lab coat. But most eye catching was her bosom, which was considerable indeed. In fact Julie estimated it to be as large as her own had been when she�d returned from the mall the day before.

Julie was starting to feel embarrassed again presented with a woman who, until yesterday, would have had the largest breasts she had ever seen, and yet today the teenager had the largest boobs in the room by far. But her fears were quickly allayed by the older woman as she spoke. The doctor herself had suffered the same problem when she was a teen and so she was quite knowledgeable as well as sympathetic. They talked for a bit before Julie was asked to remove her dress, the sudden revelation of her giant boobs now so heavily engorged made her mother gasp. A rosy patina appeared along the pale skin of Julie�s considerable cleavage and the doctor immediately began to chide, not her mother, but Julie.

�You cannot be embarrassed my dear girl,� she directed, �you are going to have to learn very soon that your breasts are simply another part of your body, no more unusual than say�your hands.�

�But I don�t have GIANT hands!� Julie complained, the patina spreading out to cover more of her chest.

�True enough, but being big is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about,� the doctor continued, �and that is the problem that I see�your attitude, not your size.�

�But�.but� what can I do?!? I can�t help the way I feel! I look like a freak! Every where I go people are going to stare at me!� she cried as she pushed her mountains together.

�Unfortunately we cannot do anything about your size until you stop growing, and since your growth is more emotional than hormonal, that may never happen. The first problem that we need to address therefore is your feelings about being � above average.�

�*sob*�how do I change what I feel then?�

�I know this is going to sound unorthodox, but you are going to have to�stop hiding yourself, so to speak.�

�I don�t understand� Julie replied as she shifted on the table. Her latest growth now pushed her nipples out over her knees.

�I�m saying that you need to get used to having people look at your bosom and release your inhibitions about it.�

�So what does hiding have to do with that? It�s not like I can live in my bedroom all my life anyway.�

�I�m not talking about simply going outside,� the doctor gently offered, �I mean that you are going to have to expose yourself as much as you can. Enough so that you are no longer bothered by people staring. My prescription for your problem is this: pasties in public, topless at home.�

Julie and her mother had a great deal of difficulty with the doctor�s orders, but eventually they were persuaded. Soon the doctor returned with a pair of pasties the size of pizzas which she and Julie�s mother helped put over the teenager�s oversized areola. In the mirror Julie could see that some areola still peeked out around the edges, but knew better than complain to the doctor.

The walk out to the car was quite a new experience for both Julie and her mom. The sack dress was wrapped around the young woman�s waist and tied in a knot that hid beneath the prodigious canopy of her front. The sensations she had experienced walking topless the day before were back but amplified by her latest growth. The sliding of skin against skin was enough to distract her, but the most noticeable for everyone was the sloshing sound which had grown from merely audible to relatively loud. Not surprisingly quite a few people stared openly at the bow-backed girl with the balloon boobs as she wobbled out the building and across the parking lot. With each stare she caught Julie could feel herself growing larger and larger. When they reached the car she could see quite a bit more of her areola peeking out from under the pasties in her reflection on the window.

The next month started as hell but eventually settled into normalcy. Whenever she needed to leave the house Julie had someone help her put a pair of pasties over her areola, and when she would return she would take them back off. It was hard for her to say which was more humiliating at first: going to school wearing only pasties, or walking around topless in front of her family. Not surprisingly she grew quite a bit the first two weeks, but after awhile she became accustomed to the attention. Her pasties size had expanded from pizza to trashcan lid size by that time, requiring two people to put them on and someone else to remove them as Julie could no longer reach all the way over her own gigantic glands. Amazingly she still managed to remain not simply mobile but even active. The sound of her sloshing chest was nearly constant as her boobs now hung to her thighs when she stood.

Soon Julie was looking for new ways to show people her breasts. She had a party to celebrate her size during which she sat in the middle of the living room with her breasts on the coffee table, giving guests markers and encouraging them to draw on her. She engineered ways to �accidentally� lose her pasties in public, the most notable was at her senior prom. She joined the cheerleading squad and became the centerpiece for the homecoming float. Nothing seemed to embarrass her anymore and it looked as though her breasts weren�t going to get any larger than beach balls.

But her brother had other ideas. While everyone was away one day Joey secretly mounted video cameras throughout the house. Over the course of a week he managed to capture her dressing, washing, posing in front of the mirror nude and finally her �borrowing� and masturbating with her mother�s dildo. With a little editing he created a montage of all the juiciest shots, culminating in Julie�s dildo episode. Not one to wince at the distasteful when torturing his sister was involved, Joey also managed to capture their mother using the dildo as well, an episode he snuck into the montage just prior to his sister�s abuse of the tool.

The next few months passed in what had become a normal manner. Julie bounced and sloshed around town, showing her nipples so often that even relative strangers in town had become bored seeing them. As the end of the school year drew near Julie had been forgoing pasties quite often. First just on the weekends, then during extracurricular activities and finally schooldays as well. Her pasties were set aside completely, only to be wore on somber occasions and at church.

Graduation day came and for the first time in months Julie put on clothing which completely covered her areola: her graduation robe. Naturally it had to be custom made and to Julie�s delight the seamstress charged with making it didn�t believe the measurements she�d been given. Consequently the robe was rather tight and the underside of her udders could be seen. Foregoing stuffy slacks in favor of cool comfort all Julie wore underneath was a thong.

Julie sat with her classmates and while her surname would have placed her in the back row, her generous d�colletage placed her in the front. Just the same Julie had to wait until all of her classmates had received their diploma before she was called to the stage.

Carefully she pushed herself up out of her chair and slowly began to climb the stairs. As she did a flicker of light hit the curtains along the back wall of the stage and a whirring noise was heard as the screen began to descend. Curious, Julie stopped halfway to the MC and stared, as did everyone else. By the time the screen finished coming down the flickering light had resolved itself into a shot of Julie taking a shower. At first Julie was more curious than concerned as the camera eye was only focused on her boobs as she washed them. But then the camera followed her hands as she began to soap and scrub her pubic hair. Hot flames of modesty washed through Julie on the stage as Julie on the screen spread her labia and gave herself a thorough cleaning. All could now see that Julie�s breasts weren�t the only part of her body which was above average in size. Instantly she could feel herself swelling anew.

No big deal she tried to tell herself, cleaning myself is very normal. Everyone does it. Nothing to be ashamed of.

And it seemed to work. Slowly she could feel her anxiety fade, but she could also feel cool air on her nipples and the added heft of her breasts.

Then the image on the screen changed to Julie posing naked in front of her bedroom mirror. At first her poses were tame but rapidly became lewder and lewder. When her screen image twisted a tit to rub her clitoris with an erect nipple Julie felt the shame rising within her again. The murmuring of the crowd was difficult to ignore as she again tried to convince herself not to be ashamed, but her breasts were past her knees by the time she�d finally succeeded.

By the time the dildo episodes had finished, Julie�s back was very near it�s limit. Both boobs were halfway down her shins and her areola, stretched to an unreal diameter, were completely visible. Her arms wrapped around the sides of her new enormity but failed to reach the diffused edges of her areola by several inches.

Sighing, Julie reached behind her and pulled the now useless robe over her head. She knelt, seemingly to carefully place the garment on the ground, but many eyes watched her catch a thumb in the waistband of her thong and pull it off as well. Now, completely nude save for a pair of low heels, Julie climbed back to her feet. The auditorium was completely silent as she began to cross the rest of the stage to get her diploma. Completely silent... except for Julie�s jugs. In their new engorged size they sounded like crashing surf with every hampered step. It was clearly an effort for the teenager to stay upright, let alone walk, but she took it one step at a time, hands braced on her buttocks, back arched and straining.

As she approached the podium Julie gently pushed the MC out of the way and turned sideways to face the microphone.

�Attention everyone,� she began, �I think that most of you are familiar with my condition�*ahem*�not the obvious physical condition that you can see now, but instead the reason for it. For those of who don�t know, let me explain. When I am embarrassed, my boobs get bigger. In an effort to overcome my problem I have tried to be as uninhibited about my chest as possible. You have all been very patient with me and for that I thank you. As you can see by my latest explosive growth, that last video wasn�t my idea but instead a prank played by someone I know. It occurs to me now that just showing my tits to everyone isn�t enough, so from now on I am planning on remaining nude. I won�t be wearing any clothing anymore, anywhere. And I may be doing�some things�� she paused as she saw her skin becoming flush at the thought of what those things might be, ��that you might find embarrassing, but it�s something I feel I have to do to prevent more of this�� she finished by gesturing at her chest. A gurgling sound could be heard in the front row as her bosom added another couple inches. The added weight forced her hands back to her behind.

Her left hand never left her ass as she reached over her chest to receive her lambskin, which she tucked into her cleavage before resuming her walk back to her seat. Many minutes later, after successfully negotiating the stairs, Julie carefully turned her bulk and placed her bare bottom on the cold metal of the folding chair. Her stupendous bosom rolled forward over her knees and onto the floor with a slapping, sloshing sound that echoed through the auditorium for several seconds.

At the end of the ceremony all the graduates filed outside and tossed their caps into the air. Julie arrived late, staggering out the door as everyone searched about for their respective headwear.

Oh well, she thought, I left mine on the stage anyway.

But her fellow students weren�t about to let her off that easily. They descended upon her with words of congratulations for finishing her walk, praise for her new size and encouragement for her attitude. A couple boys asked if they could tie their tassels to her tits, to which she readily agreed. Soon, all of her classmates were lining up to do the same. While Julie seemed to have enough nipple for everyone to hang tassels from, they just weren�t long enough for a couple hundred. It was Julie who suggested her clitoris which she proffered by leaning forward on her chest. Hundreds of hands reached between her legs and within minutes Julie looked as though she was accommodating half a pom pom. Although several people offered her a ride, Julie insisted on walking home which she did, reveling in the sound of her chest and the tug on her clit.

The next few months were very interesting and at times embarrassing, but somehow Julie managed to stay mobile.