Dear Diary

by Tigeras

** Disclaimer: The following is a story dealing with growing breasts. If you are not over 18 or if you don't care for this type of story, please do not read it. This story is purely fictional - in case of any resemblance to an actual person, notify someone! :) ** I'd also like to dedicate this story as a "Thank You" for helping me edit and correct the initial mistakes. Thank You, Cheyenne for the assistance. So, without further ado, I present:

April 15th:

Dear Diary: I had the most unusual dream last night. I dreamed that I was lying on my back in bed, wide awake and a little gnome was sitting on the foot of my bed. He had a very wide grin and just looked at me. It seemed so real, but I know that gnomes don't exist.

April 29th:

Dear Diary: Sorry I didn't write sooner. Strange things have been happening. For the last 2 weeks, all of my tops have been feeling a bit snug. I didn't look any bigger though, but of course, I wouldn't mind it. Strange too that I've also been seeing that gnome in my dreams again.

May 6th:

Dear Diary: I was right! I am getting bigger! My small B-cups won't stretch enough to fit over my breasts. I had to get a larger size. I'm stretching out a nice C-cup bra right now. Again, that gnome! Funny how I can dream constantly of that same little man.

May 20th:

Dear Diary: Another 2 weeks down and I'm now threatening to burst out of my new F-cup bra! I seem to be growing at an accelerated rate and I'm becoming more than a bit concerned! Crazy as it may seem, I think it has something to do with that smiling gnome!

Jun 11th:

Dear Diary: I pretended to be asleep and heard a faint noise coming from the foot of my bed. Sure enough, it was the gnome. I think I frightened him at first when I spoke out, asking him who he was, what he wanted and was he doing this to me. He smiled again and said to me, "I want nothing, don't you see? Isn't bigger what you wanted to be? As for my name, I must confess, I can't tell you... You must guess." I told him that I did want to be bigger but... he cut me off. "Bigger you are and continue to grow that be the game... Until you can guess my name. I shall be fair for my name you need only speak... You shall grow 1 size larger each and every week." He then disappeared before my eyes.

June 25th:

Dear Diary: Well, true to his word, I only grew 2 cup sizes. I was beginning to be noticeable. I had to get my bras specially made, and I took the liberty to have them created for a few weeks ahead, from my current H-cup all the way up to a K-cup, which looked way too huge. But, I knew if I couldn't guess my gnome's name in 3 more weeks, I would be filling and maybe even outgrowing those!

July 16th:

Dear Diary: I've done it! That K-cup bra I bought almost a month ago, I'm now filling up to the maximum! The gnome appeared tonight. I started with my lists and to each he said that it wasn't his name. I finally blurted out "As far as I know, your name could be Rumpelstiltskin!" He laughed "Rumpelstiltskin? You think that's me? That's a laugh, don't you see?" I did have to chuckle, it was funny. I told him that once I guessed his name, I'd get a reduction. He laughed again, "Magicked breasts can't be hacked... Indeed for to their original size will they grow back!" I was shocked. "Even if I guess your name, I'll still be this big? For the rest of my life?!" He smiled and nodded and vanished again. I had to come up with his name and fast!

August 20th:

Dear Diary: I'm so huge now that it probably wouldn't matter if I guessed his name or not, but if I got too much bigger, it would be hard to move! I was now pushing a P-cup bra to its limits! I've never seen such a huge size before and doubt anyone else has either! To give you some idea, imagine inflating a pair of basketballs to just before they burst with water and attaching them to your chest.

October 31st:

Dear Diary: Halloween! Well, at least I don't need a costume! I can go out as the "Woman with the World's Largest Breasts". I am now filling a custom made Z-cup very comfortably. My breasts have remained perfectly spherical and don't sag. I guess I can attribute that to the fact they were magically enhanced. They are still very heavy but I got used to them. I now appear to have a couple of those six-foot-wide weather balloons attached to my slender body. The gnome came back just before the night fell and I kept guessing. He kept laughing. Finally I said, "Now look, YOU... You little worm! Stop doing this to ME!" His eyes softened and his smile turned to a frown. For once I felt like I hurt his feelings. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you but..." He looked up at me and smiled once more, "My feelings are not hurt but this ends the game, for you my dear have guessed my name." "Huh?" "My name is simple... Easy to guess too... For my name is simply... YOU." He turned to leave but said, "One favor to ask as I am done... don't share my name, so I can have my fun." I promised and as a gift, he made it so my back would support the weight of my immense chest without any pain. And here I thought that gnomes didn't exist!