Off-Season Nudist
by oxomox


Off-season travel packages combined with the pressure of persistent friends can put a girl in truly unusual places, thought Rachel Baggs as she sipped her coffee. The air was heavy with humidity still warm from the day before. A traditional morning person, Rachel had awaken while it was still dark, snuck out of the cabana past her passed-out girlfriends and walked down the beach to watch the sunrise.

The resort had been Gretchen's idea. Two weeks at a nude beach in the Caribbean. Tina, Rachel's other friend, was immediately interested but Rachel took some convincing. Ultimately it were the facts that this was the only resort on the island and total nudity was strictly enforced for all guests which won her over. She'd been a little disappointed to discover that the staff all wore uniforms, but they weren't that noticeable. Besides, at that point she was committed. The plane only came to the island every two weeks and it had already left. She couldn't even get her clothes back as all the guests had been asked to turn in their clothing at the resort's private airport.

On this the second morning she had been pleasantly surprised to find that the cantina was open but paused when she noticed it was devoid of guests. The only person there was a native, an old waiter in his white uniform. While two days at the resort had certainly relaxed her normal modesty, she still felt more comfortable being nude in the presence of other nudists, Tina and Gretchen in particular. Being the lone nude woman in an open air restaurant with a fully clothed waiter felt just like one of her junior high nightmares. Back then she'd been the shy, youngest daughter of a quiet, middle-class family and as she turned fourteen she began to develop. Rapidly. By the time she was fifteen she wore a relatively full DD cup bra. She was horrified by the attention she soon got and immediately took to wearing baggy clothes to hide her figure. Her bad dreams at the time were often cases where she was asked to take her top off in Biology class to model the human breast (including a "hands on" demonstration), naked in PE and doing jumping jacks, or having her dress rip open as she inhaled during chorus. In her worst nightmare she was reading a poem about her boobs in front of her English class and with each word her bosom swelled larger and larger. Distressed, she tried to hurry through the poem but it grew longer even as she read it until it was hundreds of pages. By the time she finished, her breasts had grown to the floor and pushed the front two rows backwards. One student was using her erect nipple as an ottoman while another graffiti-ed her pizza sized areole. The teacher then asked her to read the poem again.

Now at 24 Rachel had slowly come to terms with her DDs and even occasionally felt comfortable enough to go swimming in public. But the nude resort was something very challenging and it forced her to overcome her normal modesty daily. The reality of her situation had sunk in at the airport as she stood stark naked in the terminal handing over her sun dress. During the shuttle ride to their cabana Rachel had noticed that her unsupported bosom was bouncing and jiggling heavily. She caught one or two guests looking and resolved right there to get used to the attention. So on this morning she had not only squared her shoulders and entered the cantina, she had even allowed herself to relax her normally stiff posture, letting her hips sway and grind, her pendulous boobs swing and bounce. When the waiter pulled the chair out for her she deliberately leaned over much further than necessary so that her jugs dangled heavily above the table and the waiter could see her labia.

As she waited for the sun to rise Rachel tried to read the label on the cream that she had used for her coffee. It was all in Spanish, with a large logo of an anthropomorphic cow smiling above a couple paragraphs of what she assumed to be the company rhetoric. However she noticed that the last, short paragraph was all in red and began with "ATTENCION:". Curious and slightly concerned Rachel stuck her pinkie finger into the empty container and caught a drop of cream. Licking her finger she was delighted by the taste, so much so that she opened two more and dumped them in her coffee.

An hour after the sun had risen the breakfast buffet opened and other guests began to enter the cantina. Hungrily, Rachel approached the food and returned to her table with two full plates. She plowed through them with a fervor that surprised her, and even after finishing them she was still hungry.

Thank god it's an all you can eat buffet, she thought as she returned to line.

Another hour passed before Tina and Gretchen joined their friend. Rachel was just finishing her fifth plate and, feeling rather full, smiled wearily at her companions.

"Good morning," she cooed.

"Good morning, girl," Gretchen yawned, "we didn't even hear you get up. How long have you been here?"

"I guess I got here a little before sunrise," the voluptuous brunette replied.

"Ugh," Tina groaned, "how? I could barely move this morning, let alone get up so early. Didn't you have much to drink last night?"

"Not too much. There was this old guy from New York who kept trying to buy me drinks."

"Yea, we noticed," Gretchen giggled, "do you think he would even recognize your face?"

"No!" Rachel laughed merrily, setting her upper body in motion, "but I bet he knows how many freckles I have in my cleavage. You'd think he'd never seen boobs before."

"Well, probably not like yours at least," laughed Tina as the girls left for the buffet.

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That afternoon found the threesome lying beside the pool, taking in the tropical sun. Rachel had never laid out in the sun nude before and was trying to get used to having her jugs spreading out. She found that she had to lay with her arms apart or they would get covered by her boobs as they lolled to the sides. It wasn't until a little while later that she realized she had spread her legs in sympathy with her arms. Her first reaction was to close them, but then she chided herself for her shyness and spread again, this time taking the time to apply a liberal amount to sunscreen to her glistening labia.

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That evening was a bit of a repeat of the night before. The girls had bought strings of beads and shells to wear around their hips. Tina and Gretchen had bought matching clasps to tie up their respectively long blonde and brunette hair, but Rachel with her short hair was instead wearing a lily behind her ear. Once again the majority of the men they met were lecherous, old guys and the girls laughed at their rudeness. They began to bet on how long it would take a guy to look Rachel in the eyes. No one ever did.

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The following morning Rachel was again the early riser, again the first to enter the cantina to watch the sunrise. This time she brazenly waited at the entrance to be seated with her hands on her hips and as the old waiter approached she pretended to yawn, arching her back. Unfazed the man led her to her usual table and again she leaned over more than necessary as she sat, this time her nipples grazing the table top as they swung.

As soon as her coffee arrived, Rachel poured three containers of cream into it and took a sip.

Mmmm, this is SUCH good cream, she thought.

Curious, she opened a fourth and touched the tip of her tongue to the rich liquid.

Exquisite! she marveled before drinking it down. By the time the sun rose she had opened seven more, finishing all of the cream at the table.

When the buffet opened a little while later, she was ravenous and managed to carry three plates of food to the table on her first trip. When her friends finally made it to the cantina, Rachel had somehow wolfed down eight full plates.

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That day they again laid by the pool to catch more sun. Each of the girls was getting a good tan now and it was a pleasant part of their vacation routine. As she sat down Rachel remembered the events of the day before and immediately spread her legs to cover her snatch with lotion. As she did, she remarked to the other two girls.

"You know, I have never trimmed my bush."

"Why not?" Gretchen asked, massaging lotion onto her own labia. She was completely shaved save for a small, round thatch of dark hair just above her clit.

"I don't know, I guess I just thought it was kinda, well, like some body adornment thing like piercing and tattoos."

"It is in a way," Tina chimed in, being clean shaven herself, "are you thinking about shaving?"

"I don't know," Rachel replied, propping herself up on her elbows to see over her boobs, "Maybe not shaving so much as just trimming up so it looks neater. Otherwise it seems like I'm trying to draw attention to myself and besides, I think my lips are prominent enough."

"Well why not draw some attention to yourself? Aren't you trying to overcome your shyness?"

"Yea, I guess. But that's not exactly where I want to be drawing attention."

"I know what you should do," Gretchen offered, "you should pierce your nipples."

"Yea!" Tina agreed, "that would be perfect!"

"Do you think?"

"Absolutely! I think we should all get our nipples pierced while we're here. Then we can count the number of guys who compliment Rach on her nipple rings."

"Yea, there's a salon at the resort where we can get it done," Tina added, "they even do electrolysis. You can get you bush trimmed permanently and painlessly."

"Um, okay," Rachel agreed, "but I really don't feel like going out tonight, if that's all right. Can we just get pierced and call it a night?"

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The next day after they finished laying out, the three girls prepared for another night out. Rachel sat on the low dresser cupping her right teat with her left hand as she exchanged her stud for a large gold hoop, her feet spread wide to brace herself as she craned over her generous front.

"Rachel, girl, you really do have some prominent pussy lips," Gretchen noticed as she glanced between the legs of the taller young woman.

Curious, as she finished the second loop Rachel pulled her jugs to the sides and rolled her hips forward to get a better look. Tina looked too and gave a low whistle.

"Wow," Rachel breathed as she returned her hands to her sides, "they never looked this big before."

"I'll tell you what else never looked this big: your boobs," Tina remarked, "I don't know if it's because they're tan or because of those rings or both, but your boobs are really looking big today."

"Yea," Gretchen agreed, "I thought you were huge before, but she's right. You're looking positively enormous today."

"Well maybe it's the food," Rachel offered, anxious to change the topic, "it's so good I swear I'm eating like a horse."

"Maybe," both of the other girls replied thoughtfully.

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The following morning Rachel rose before the sun as usual and silently left the cabana. On a whim as she walked down the beach she took a quick dip in the ocean. As she ran down the beach into the surf the sensation of her breast's wild bouncing amazed her.

They feel so heavy, she thought, granted I've never run without a bra on before, but they feel heavier than I would have imagined.

Once she passed the surf the salt water lifted the weight of her breasts from her. As they bobbed before her Rachel marveled at how far her boobs extended before her.

I guess I never realized how low they hang naturally. I can't imagine what it would be like to have them stick out like this all the time.

Before leaving the water she quickly ducked her head under to get her hair wet and was thrice amazed to feel her erect nipples brushing her chin as her boobs floated up.

Rachel dried as she walked to the cantina which she again found to be empty of guests. As the waiter approached the entry Rachel had a sudden anxiety attack.

The girls say I'm getting bigger. Sure I felt bigger than usual when I first got here but this morning I am really feeling huge, she worried, oh god please don't let this guy do anything.

Fortunately her fears were unfounded, for the old man quietly led her to her usual table and soon brought her a cup of coffee. As her anxiety attack slowly faded, Rachel continued to worry.

What if I am bigger? Is it all in my head or are my boobs really growing again? she thought as she poured a fourth creamer into her coffee, I've got to find out. After breakfast I need to go try on my bra.

Soon the buffet opened and Rachel, both hungry and a little worried, made a couple more trips than usual before Tina and Gretchen showed up.

"Girls, I don't think I'm going to lay out today," Rachel announced as they sat down.

"Why not?"

"I'm starting to get really worried about my boobs. I've been thinking about what you said yesterday and I think you might be right. They feel pretty heavy this morning and I want to try on my bra to see if they're getting bigger."

"Well," Tina countered, "are you sure? I mean, maybe it's just the power of suggestion. You know, we've never seen you naked before now so maybe we're just seeing things."

"Yea," Gretchen agreed, "and you haven't been topless this much before, so maybe you're just imagining things. Like a combination of your shyness on top of what we said to you."

"I don't know�" Rachel hesitated, "maybe."

"Tell you what," Tina offered, "why don't you try to relax today and see if you feel any better. I bet it's just your shyness. If not, then we can go up to the terminal tomorrow."

Rachel sighed.

"You're right. Besides, how much bigger could I grow in a day anyway?"

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At the pool that afternoon Rachel swore she was spreading her arms farther apart than usual, but convinced herself that she was just imagining things. At dinner that night her left boob brushed the buffet while she was in line, and she found it a little easier to explain it away. That evening at the bar she finally decided to accept and enjoy her size, in spite of knocking the old New Yorkers drink off the counter with an errant dug. The laughing that had set her bosom in motion only got louder and happier.

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In the morning, Rachel again ran into the surf to wake up a little. This time she was convinced that her boobs were heavier. In the water they seemed to stick out further than the day before, but she knew for certain when she felt her nipples brushing her cheek as she dunked her head.

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"I'm growing," Rachel announced as her friends sat down at the breakfast table.

"You're sure?" Tina asked, looked at her friends tits, "I mean they do look bigger, but they're your boobs. You would know."

"Yea, I'm pretty sure," Rachel assured her, "but I still want to try my old bra on to make sure."

"Your 'old' bra?" Gretchen grinned, "it doesn't sound like this fazes you much."

"Well," the slender brunette agreed, "I figure that if I am growing again then being here will help me overcome being shy about it. Besides when you are a DD, what's a cup or two?"

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That afternoon they convinced one of the staff to drive them up to the airport, but getting to Rachel's clothes was a little more difficult.

"I don't WANT to cover up. I want to see if my bra still fits!" Rachel re-iterated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Two weeks of strict nudity is our policy, miss," argued a uniformed woman, "we can't make exceptions at the risk of making the other guests uncomfortable."

"Look lady," Tina interjected, "all she wants to do it put it on for a second or two. That's all. You have her word, my word and her word," she gestured at Gretchen, "that she will take it off immediately afterward. Hell, she doesn't even need to put it on, she just needs to see if the cups fit."

"I'm sorry, but this is our primary policy," the woman returned.

"What if she tried it on in a private room, quietly. No one needs to know about this," Gretchen said quietly as she slid a twenty dollar bill across the counter.

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Once the door to the room closed, Tina fumed.

"I can't believe this! We have to hide in a room to put clothes on?"

"We're in," Gretchen said, trying to calm her friend, "lets just get this over with, okay?"

"Right," said Rachel. The demure white bra she held in her hands felt slightly foreign and altogether too light for what she quietly hoped it would do. Gently she rested the cups in her hands and looked down at them. Even before putting it on, she knew she'd outgrown it. With a helpless look to her friends and a shrug, she lifted the garment to her bulbous boobs, closed her eyes and slid herself into the cups.

Upon opening her eyes, her fears were confirmed. Her boobs were much larger than when she had arrived. A wide band of boob bulged around the edges of cups she once felt to be gigantic.

"Well, there's one less mystery," she sighed to her speechless friends, "and by the way Gret, where WERE you holding that twenty?"

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Back at the pool, the girls flanked their swelling friend.

"So now what?" Tina asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Jeez Rach, what do you think? Your boobs are growing bigger, and you weren't exactly small to begin with."

Propping herself up on her elbow so she could see her friend, Rachel mused aloud, "I don't know. I mean, I may be just a big girl getting a weird hormone surge. How much bigger could I get in a week and a half?"

"It's only been half a week and you are easily three or four cups larger than when we got here."

"Yea well, I've always considered getting a reduction. I am, or I mean I WAS just too slender for DD boobs anyway. I think now I'll have to get one. At the very least can you imagine me trying to find clothes for these? Or a BRA?"

"So what are you going to do until then?"

"What else? Enjoy them! Can you think of a better place to have giant breasts than a nude beach?"

"That doesn't sound much like the shy Rachel I know," Gretchen giggled.

"Girls," Rachel announced, standing before them and putting her fists on her hips, "I've been shy Rachel long enough. Get ready for Big Rachel Baggs!"

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The following morning Rachel woke with her friends, her head aching.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to die."

Tina laughed, "A little too much to drink?"

"I think so, maybe. I don't remember much after the first six shots of Tequila."

"I still can't get over how much you drank," Gretchen remarked, "I've never seen anyone drink so much in one evening."

"It must be my boobs. The additional weight must be helping absorb some of the alcohol. They still didn't prevent me from forgetting most of the evening."

"Well let me refresh at least part of your memory. Do you remember draping your boobs over the shoulders of that New York guy as you reached for your last shot?"

"Uh�no."

"Well he'll never forget!" Gretchen laughed, "you should have seen him. Your boobs were on each side of his head and your nips, I swear they were right here," she continued as she cupped her own d�colletage. "If he ever wondered what he would look like with tits, he knows now!"

"Oh god," Rachel groaned before laughing right along.

At the cantina, Rachel ordered her usual cup of coffee before heading straight off to the buffet, returning with three brimming plates of food. Her friends, who had never seen her eating like this, sat gape mouthed. As she dumped her fifth cream into her coffee, Tina finally spoke.

"I think the mystery of the expanding bosom has been solved," she said as she stared at Rachel's pile of food.

"I doubt it," Rachel replied, "I've pigged out before and my boobs haven't grown since I was fifteen."

"Well maybe this is the other piece of the puzzle," Gretchen offered, turning one of Rachel's empty cream containers over in her fingers. "Have you been using a lot of this?"

"Yea, it's great! I put a ton in my coffee every day, and I've even had a bunch straight. It tastes heavenly!"

"Did you read the label?"

"No. It's in Spanish," Rachel shrugged, the light motion barely affecting her pendulous pontoons.

"What does it say?" Tina asked.

"It warns that it may contain bovine growth hormone," Gretchen announced, "and if you've even been drinking it straight�"

A stunned silence briefly held the table, before all three girls began laughing.

"I don't know why it never occurred to me," Rachel smiled, "Jeez, I must have downed seven or eight shots of that stuff each morning."

"Wow!" Tina chuckled, "Well if it did that to you, I'd hate to see what it did to the cows!"

"Yea!" Rachel agreed, putting her fingers to her head and mooing in distress, swinging her 'udders' with exaggerated heaviness. All the girls broke up, drawing the attention of the handful of patrons at the restaurant. When the laugher finally subsided, Gretchen was the first to recover enough to speak.

"So, *heh*, now that we know what caused it, you can stop," she offered as she wiped a tear from her eye, "do you still think you want to get a reduction?"

"Oh yea," Rachel replied as she shook her boobs again, "Look at me, I could start my OWN dairy with these! I can't go back to a normal life looking like this."

"No," Tina agreed, "but you could make a hell of a living as a stripper or a model."

"A STRIPPER?"

"Why not? Girl, you would RAKE in the money dancing. And you're pretty enough you could do it at real upscale place, too."

Rachel paused for a moment. "No, I don't know. I mean, I am having a blast teasing the guys here, but I never have to see them ever again."

"You wouldn't have to see any of the guys you strip for even again, either," Gretchen argued, "it's not like there's any kind of relationship there."

"Whatever," Rachel finished, eager to drop the subject, "I'm going to get a reduction."

"Okay," Tina shrugged.

"It's your body," Gretchen agreed half-heartedly.

Looking at the disappointment in her friends faces, Rachel finally offered, "Well, just cause I'm going to get them reduced later doesn't mean we can't have fun now."

"What do you mean?" Tina asked.

"Since I have to get a reduction anyway, I want to see how big I can grow in a week and a half," Rachel began as she reached for the cream, "if WE really work at it!"

Both Tina and Gretchen laughed with delight as they watched their friend open another cream and swallow it whole.

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"That's going to have to be the last time we play volleyball," Rachel announced. Four days had passed, and over the course of those few days the girls had concentrated on encouraging Rachel's breasts to grow bigger and bigger. Now that they knew what was causing the growth, Tina and Gretchen took turns getting her food from the buffet each meal until she said she was too full to eat, and each morning they took all the cream from the tables in the cantina. With her food intake doubled and her cream intake up to nearly hundred shots each morning, Rachel's jugs grew at an astounding rate. Her boobs now dangled as low as her naval, and stretched lower when they bounced as many of their volleyball opponent had noticed. As they walked through the sand back to their bungalow she marveled at their swaying. "I'm getting too big to jump up and down like that."

"Did you see the look on that blonde guy when you went up to spike?" Tina laughed, "He didn't even try to block you."

Rachel laughed, "I would have looked, but my boobs were in my face at the time."

All three girls laughed merrily.

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Two days later, Rachel woke and quietly walked to the bathroom, careful not to wake the other girls. As she rose from the bed, she could feel that her boobs had not slowed their growth at all. If anything they were growing faster.

Small wonder, she smiled, thinking of the effort Tina and Gretchen were putting into feeding her and stealing cream. The day of the volleyball game Tina had managed to get a case of cream which the girls helped her finished that night. In the morning it looked like she had added about ten pounds of tit and felt like she had added twenty.

This morning as she entered the bathroom she was pleasantly surprised to feel her pubic hair brushing the back of her jugs as they swayed. Closing the door behind her, Rachel turned on the light and admired herself in the mirror.

Each breast had swollen as large as a watermelon. They hung down her front in giant sheets which spread and pressed together as they dangled, wider than her hips and soft as Jell-O.

Damn I'm looking good, but I think I could stand to gain a few pounds�right here, she thought as she tried to lift her meaty dugs.

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Two days before they were to leave, Tina and Gretchen lay on the beach while Rachel swam in the ocean, surrounded by the male guests of the resort.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Tina asked.

"God yes," Gretchen agreed, "I have NEVER heard of a woman as large as her, let alone seen one."

"Yea," Tina sighed, "it's a shame that it's going to end soon."

"Yea�"Gretchen paused, "but it doesn't have to, y'know."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've seen how much she enjoys the attention."

"Yea, I think we've created a monster, "Tina laughed.

"Yea, I agree," Gretchen continued, "Can you imagine what would happen if she became a stripper?"

"OH GOD! She'd kill'em, but you know she doesn't like the idea of doing anything for money."

"Stripping. She doesn't like the idea of stripping for money. But what if she gradually graduated to stripping?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what if we charged the guys here to dance with her, like a dollar dance at a wedding?"

"Hey, that'd work. Until some sicko grabs her ass. Or worse, tries to finger her."

"Well, what if her boobs were so big, they couldn't reach her ass or clit?"

"Gret, that'd be great� but even as fucking huge as she is right now, she's not going to grow that big overnight. She'd have to gain fifty pounds, or MORE!"

"Well, I just happened to discover that the heavy cream they use for cooking here comes from the same dairy as the cream."

"Really?"

"Yea, AND I managed to get ahold of three cases of it. They're in our room right now."

"Gret, that's GREAT! We'll get her tonight, she'll love it!"

Just then Rachel staggered out of the surf and waved to them. They both marveled at the effects of the preceding week. Each of the girls udders hung past her waist and touched her thighs. Men from the resort were quick to help her walk and she didn't refuse their help. The thumping of her thighs and the movement of walking created a wave motion in her boobs that sent them bouncing and swinging from the erection of the man at her right to the erection of the man at her left.

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That night the girls shared their plan with Rachel, leaving out the dancing of course.

"I don't know," she protested, "that stuff sounds pretty potent, and look at me. I'm so big I'm surreal already."

"Yea, but it's only for a couple more days, Rach," Tina countered, "when you look back on this, do you want to regret stopping now?"

Gretchen continued, "sure you're huge now, but why be huge when you can be MONUMENTAL? You'd be a tit goddess! And think about the resort. You'd become a legend here!"

"Well�"

"Hell, you'd be a legend ANYWHERE! You COULD have the largest boobs in the world if you wanted. I'd sell my soul to be in your shoes."

"Really?" Rachel asked, looking up from the bed, hugging her Brobdingnagian bazooms and resting her chin in her cleavage.

"Absolutely!"

Rachel paused for a moment, then smiled as she leaned back on the bed, "Okay, let's do it. Let's make my boobs the biggest in the world!"

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It was early the following afternoon when Rachel woke. The three of them had stayed up until four in the morning, feeding her plate after plate of food and pouring quart after quart of heavy cream down her throat. It quickly became apparent that the heavy cream was at least as potent as the coffee cream, and probably much stronger. By the time Rachel finished the last quart, her jugs were visibly larger but they were all too tired to have her get out of bed to get a better appraisal.

With an effort, Rachel pushed herself up on her elbows, amazed that she could not see over her cleavage.

"Help!" she cried.

Soon Tina and Gretchen woke and opened the blinds. What they saw amazed even them. Rachel's boobs looked like they had doubled in size, piled in two giant, wobbling, fleshy Jell-O-y mounds that rose three or more feet off the bed. Her nipples were olive sized nubbins and surrounded by bumpy pizza-sized areole.

"If you two are done staring, can you help me?" Rachel grinned.

With a little effort the three worked and managed to get her to the edge of the bed. But when Tina and Gretchen offered her their hands to pull her up, she refused them.

"I've got to get used to doing this by myself," she assured them. Tina and Gretchen just looked at each other and shrugged.

Rachel held her breath and pushed her left tit off the bed, gently lowering it to the floor before repeating the performance with her right. Then, putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, Rachel closed her eyes and bit her lip as she lifted her giant sacks off the floor. Standing, her jugs hung slightly past her knees and obscured her from her shins to her shoulders. Sliding her hands up and down the sides of her colossal udders, Rachel looked amazed from one tit to the other. Reaching forward she was just able to grab her nipples, giving them a little twist that made her squeak. With a sardonic smile, she looked up to her dumbfounded friends.

"I think we have a new world record here, girls."

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It took some time for the trio to reach the pool, but for Rachel it was totally worth it. Getting out of the bungalow had taken a special effort that hadn't been required when she entered the night before. Moving slowly through the sand, she was amazed at the sensations she felt in the swaying mass she carried in front of her.

"Girls, I wish you could feel this," she purred, "I feel SO sensual."

Tina turned and grinned at Gretchen who smiled back.

"You're incredible to look at as well," Tina remarked, "just wait until we get to the pool. All eyes will be on you."

"Oh God, let them look. Let everyone look," Rachel cooed.

Just as Tina predicted, everything came to a standstill when the three reached the pool. All eyes were on Rachel as she shuffled to a place in the sun. With one hand she lay her towel out on the ground and then, turning to face the sun the giant girl leaned forward to rest her breasts on the ground, her hands on her knees and her ass proudly in the air. Pausing for a moment, she looked up from her cleavage at the guests and smiled sultrily before lowering her ass and sitting back on her towel.

"Girls, can I get you to help me?"

"Sure, what can we do," Tina smiled.

"Can you spread my boobs apart so I get some sun in my cleavage, and can you rub some sun screen on me?" Rachel asked.

Laughing their consent, Gretchen and Tina each worked to gently lift first her left and then her right breast to the side so the sun could reach her stomach. Then each took a boob and a bottle of lotion which they applied liberally.

"Thanks," Rachel sighed from down in her cleavage.

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Two hours later found the trio at a late lunch. Rachel had a small salad before her and a glass of water.

"Cutting back I see," Tina teased.

"Yea," Rachel sighed, "I wish I didn't have to but I don't know if I'd be able to walk if I got any bigger. I'm a monster!"

"A pretty hot monster," Gretchen added.

"Hot or not, I'm too huge. I can't get over these boobs! I mean, boobs are usually handfuls and occasionally a little larger, but mine are literally as big as weather balloons! I just can't get over the fact that not only are they real, they're mine! It's staggering to think about."

"Well, how should we torment the masses today?" Tina asked.

"I wouldn't mind going for a swim," Rachel suggested, "you wouldn't believe how heavenly it feels to have your boobs floating instead of hanging."

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When the three finally made it to the beach, a small crowd was following at a short distance, and another was waiting.

"It seems that your public awaits," Tina laughed.

"Yea, and if I can get through the surf, I think we can give them a show," Rachel smiled.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'll body surf," Rachel giggled, "and if you think you can hold on to a giant wet tit, you two can booby surf."

"Perfect!" Gretchen squealed.

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After a few hours of playing, the girls decided to head in and prepare for the evening. Once in their bungalow, the two smaller girls waited while Rachel showered. As they heard the water turn on, Tina turned to Gretchen.

"I can't help it, Gret."

"What's that?"

"I want to see her bigger!"

"Me too, but how?"

"Can you steal some more heavy cream?"

"Yea�"

"How about whipped cream, is there any of that?"

"Yes, I think so. What do you have in mind?"

"I think we need to get our girl drunk�"

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As she stepped out of the shower, Rachel admired herself in the mirror. It was difficult for her to gauge how immense she was until she turned to the side. With that perspective she could see the bulge of her ass and her shapely thighs. Incredibly, she could see that her nipples were now on the same plane as her groin.

Rachel girl, you are going to blow them away tonight, she thought as she put on a pair of charm bracelets she'd had turned into nipple rings.

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At the bar that evening, Rachel sat on a chair against the wall. Her boobs were spread to the sides and sat on the sandy floor on either side of her. Feeling playful, she leaned back in her chair, rolled her hips forward and spread her legs just enough to expose her labia.

After the first four rounds, Tina spoke up.

"Hey Rachel, I was thinking."

"Wassup?" the uber-girl asked, slurring slightly.

"We should see how much guys will pay to dance with you."

"Yea!" Gretchen chimed in, "like a dollar dance at a wedding, only instead of money for the couple we'll say the money is for your reduction."

"They'll never want to dance with me then!" Rachel complained.

"We don't have to tell THEM," Tina reassured her, "it'll be our secret."

"But what if one of them tried to get fresh?" Rachel asked, a little concerned as well as a little excited.

"Girl, you are too big for them to grab anything but your boobs," Gretchen claimed.

Rachel paused and thought for a moment. "You're right," she smiled, "I am too big for them to grab anything other than my tits. Lets do it."

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It took Gretchen about two seconds to find a guy willing to pay for a dance, and dance he did. Rachel climbed out of her seat and shuffled to the dance floor, meeting him there. Not surprisingly, he couldn't put a hand on her hip and hold her other hand without forcing her to turn to the side, which she of course wouldn't do. So the two danced at arms length with the fellow 'accidentally' rubbing himself against her boobs as they swayed.

As soon as the rest of the patrons figured out what was happening, they all lined up with Gretchen to buy a dance of their own. In the meanwhile Tina had the bartender mix a large White Russian with a liberal amount of heavy cream. As the second guy waited his turn, Tina approached with the drink and assured him that it was Rachel's favorite. Soon, everyone had a large White Russian ready for her.

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The next morning, Tina woke as the sun peaked through the blinds and the memories of the night before flooded back. Rachel had managed to last until three in the morning somehow, dancing non-stop. Gretchen had collected over $10,000 and a number of Rolexes. By the third dance, Rachel had taken to chugging the drinks the men were bringing her, and by the end of the evening, she was clearly bigger.

Curious, Tina crawled out of bed and quietly walked to Rachel's side of the room. Slowly she cracked the blinds above her friend and gasped. Rachel's bazooms had gained an astounding amount of mass in the night. Her once oversized charm-bracelet nipple-rings now looked like Tina's own tiny nipple rings, relative to her enlarged areole. The pink, shiny ellipses were now easily as wide as man-hole covers. The veins beneath them were the only other marks on Rachel's smooth skin. Tina couldn't see Rachel's feet and suddenly she became concerned that the big girl's boobs had grown too large.

Worried, Tina gently woke Gretchen and drew her over to see their friend. It was Gretchen's gasp which eventually woke Rachel.

"Good morning," she smiled as she rubbed her eyes and arched her back, "Mmm, oh my, I'm feeling a little bigger today. Could you two help me to me to the edge of the bed?"

Silently, the girls helped push and slid Rachel's jugs to the edge of the bed, with her sitting in between.

"Oh my, I think I AM a little bigger today," Rachel smirked, "I just hope I can walk."

Carefully she repeated her performance from the day before, gently sliding her boobs to the ground in front of her. It was immediately apparent that her boobs had not merely doubled in size, forming two giant quivering mounds on the floor before her. Terrified that they had overdone it, Tina was the first to talk.

"Oh Rachel, we're so sorry, but last night�" she trailed off.

"Last night. Last night? Oh, you don't mean the 'White Russians' do you?" she smirked as she faced Tina. Then turning to face Gretchen she continued, "or your plan to ease me into stripping by having me dance for money?"

Dumbstruck, the two girls both sat heavily on the bed facing their friend.

"How did you know?" Tina asked, "and if you knew, then why�"

"Why did I keep drinking all night long? Well, first of all, I knew from the first drink that 'someone' was slipping me more of the cream," she smiled, "and yea, there was a moment that I was angry about it. But as I kept dancing, and thinking about what might happen to me if I drank more I worried about growing too big to be able to stand up. Then it occurred to me to wonder how the hell I was standing up in the first place. I mean, last night my boobs were hanging just past my knees. If your boobs were that big, do you think you could move? Probably not. I guessed that the hormone must been making my back and leg muscles stronger as well. I figured that if that was true, then the only restriction to my growth would be how low my boobs hung when I stood, as long as I could keep them off the ground. And I further figured that I could grow a lot more and still be able to do that. Of course, this morning," Rachel paused as she examined the ponderous size of her bosom, "I think I might have overestimated how much I could safely drink. Let's see."

Carefully, Rachel stood up from the bed until she was at a high stooping posture, her boobs still touching the floor. "Now the moment of truth," she grinned as she stood upright and arched her back. Amazingly, pound after quaking pound of breast flesh lifted up until Rachel's breasts were off the ground. A full two inches.

"So," Rachel teased, "do you think I'm big enough now or would you like to see me attached to a pair of hot air balloons?"

In the night her breasts had experienced explosive growth. Her once olive sized nipples now jutted out like thumbs from which her charm bracelets dangled and quivered. It was now clear that she was at least three times her earlier size; her columns came to points a good five feet from her torso, swelling past her side two feet on each side and forcing her to hold her arms on top . Reaching forward she could barely touch the diffused edge of her Herculean areole.

"God Rachel," Gretchen began, "we're so sorry."

"What? Why? I LOVE it! This is a dream come true! I thought it was a nightmare when I first started to develop, but now," she paused as she turned slowly in place, "now I'm only sorry that I'm not taller so I could grow BIGGER!"

The other two girls were dumbfounded.

"That's right, BIGGER! All my life I've been worried that people were looking at my boobs. My 'big' boobs. Christ, was I only a DD two weeks ago? Anyway, I never let myself enjoy them. I was too afraid of what people might think. And now that I've let myself enjoy them," Rachel giggled as she carefully shook her chest, "I've discovered I LOVE having big boobs. The bigger the better! And I've got bigger boobs than ANYONE. I'm a tit goddess! Look at me," she gestured as she looked down at her jugs, "is there a word to describe� these? I have a pair of supertankers for boobs. If I was lactating, I could feed a small town, literally. Can you imagine how this feels? I can't wait to get back!"

"Well," Tina began, "I don't think you'll fit on the plane today, so they'll have to fly a plastic surgeon in to do the reduction here. Looks like you're have some more time to enjoy them."

"Reduction hell!" Rachel laughed, "I'm KEEPING these babies!"

"What? What will you do? You can't have much of a normal life with boobs that big."

"Isn't it obvious? Why do you think I agreed to the dance?' Rachel asked before throwing her hands in the air, arching her back and tossing her head back, "I'm going to be a STRIPPER!"