Author's Note: This is my short intro to the story. Read it if
you want, or skip down below for the actual story. Of course, you'll probably
read this anyway just because I went through the effort of writing it,
or maybe because you see the words EXPANDING BREAST in caps or something.
See, you're still reading. Any way, after reading Al's blurb on my last
story (that would be Flat at a Gas Station), he ended it with the words
"Don't Blink." Well, although that's not too bad, it made me
feel like Arthur Dent after seeing the entry for earth as being "Mostly
Harmless." So, instead of getting sad like my puppy just died or something
(I don't get sad, even if my puppy dies, which I don't have one anyway,
because he did, but he was very tasty), I instead channeled my energies
into thinking, just how that phrase could be made into a story. On an extra
note, after writing 4 pages, the machine I was using went down. I thought
I had lost everything, since I had not saved. Luckily the machine saved
the first 3 pages. Moral, save often. So now, after letting you read all
the above crap, I present Don't Blink. And yes standard disclaimer. If
you're too young to buy cigs or alcohol legally, well guess what kiddio,
you're too young to read this, so go back to playing Nintendo or something.
Don't
By Munch Wolf
Donald yawned and stretched his arms. He felt as if a train hit him.
Actually he wished a train had hit him, then he wouldn't be feeling much
of anything, instead of this pounding headache. Just how much did he drink
last night? He lost count after the sixth shot of tequila. He rolled over
on to his stomach wishing it would just go away, but he was hungry. He
knew he would have to get out of bed, crawl into the kitchen, and find
something to fill his stomach, which he would most likely purge later.
"Some food and aspirin," he said out loud to no one, "that's
all I want."
"Sure thing honey," came the voice from beside him in the
bed.
Donald blinked, and did a quick mental calculation. His apartment,
one roommate, male. The voice was female. He flipped over to see who was
in bed with him, and almost regretted it, as the pounding increased more.
"Morning darling," said a female he could not recall ever
seeing before. Just how much did he drink, he thought again.
"Hello," he managed to utter back, trying to hide his surprise.
She stood up. He noticed she was wearing his favorite shirt, the long
T-shirt with the arms cuts off. He lifted up the sheets and looked down.
He wasn't wearing anything.
"What did you want?" She cooed at him.
He just stared. She was beautiful, tall, thin. He could never imagine
finding the courage to talk to a goddess like this, but to wake up next
to her, and not even remember her name. He banged his hand against his
forehead.
"Aspirin," he muttered, "and some water."
"Sure," she grinned, as walked out of the bedroom door. He
heard water running in the distance. Was his roommate home, he wondered.
What would he think? Donald sat up and looked around for some clothes to
put on. He couldn't see any. He didn't even see any women's clothes. The
pounding continued.
"Ouch, my head. Do you recall how many shots I had last night?"
He shouted toward the doorway.
She walked back in, carrying a glass of water, and some aspirin. Something
was different about her.
"Does the one you spilled on my dress count?" She asked.
Donald cringed. "I'm real sorry, I was out of sorts last night."
"Out of sorts? Last night? I'm not sure I could handle you if
you were at peak performance then," she giggled as she reached for
his crotch.
Donald threw the aspirin in his mouth and swallowed the water down.
He looked at her again. Something was definitely different this time. He
just wasn't sure what.
"So what is it you want?" She mewed as she fondled his member
through the sheets. Donald swallowed real hard. He tried to answer, but
no words came out.
"For breakfast silly," she said as she pounced upon him,
throwing him back. Pressed against him, he noticed her breasts for the
first time. They weren't particularly large, maybe a c-cup, but they stretched
the shirt she was wearing quite noticeably. Why didn't he see them before,
he thought. He looked up and noticed she was watching him stare, but didn't
seem to mind. She bent down and kissed him on the lips. It felt like heaven.
"How about I get breakfast started, and then I can come back and
take care of your attention," she purred. The next moment left Donald
blurry. She was up in a bound, and out of the door before he could blink.
He reached up to his head. It was still pounding, but not as badly as before.
He listened to cabinets open and close, and then the clicks of the gas
oven being fired up. What was she doing? Who was she to parade around his
apartment like she owned it? He was glad to have her there, whoever she
was, but something about the situation felt wrong. He tried to remember
last night. He remembered drinking, and hanging out with his roommate.
What else? There was an important piece missing. He heard some more banging
around in the kitchen.
"Breakfast will be ready soon, darling," she called.
He tried to stand up. He was still weak. He started to walk over towards
the door, but stubbed his toe on something. He fell back down onto the
bed, and mumbled some obscenities.
"Are you all right?" Came the voice from the other room.
He ignored it and looked down. It was a picture. He picked it up and
looked at it. It was of him and his girlfriend at the park.
"Shit!" He muttered.
The girl poked her head back into the room.
"I asked if you were all right," she stated, almost like
a command.
Donald quickly stashed the picture under the blanket, and tried to
look innocent. The girl walked into the room and put her hands on her hips,
looking quite authoritative.
"Yes, it's just the headache. I tried to stand up."
"Oh, you poor dear," she said, and came over to comfort him.
"We'll the food should be ready shortly, and I'll bring you a nice
glass of orange juice as well. I noticed some in the fridge. That should
help. And if you still have a headache after you eat, just let me know.
I can think of a few more cures."
She winked as she bounded back out of the room. Damn, he thought as
she bounced away, I could have sworn she was a c-cup, but she looks more
like a d. He then remembered the picture, and removed it from under the
blanket. That's why he was drinking, he remembered. His girlfriend had
called him last evening and dumped him for some jock. He wanted to forget
his troubles, and swore off women. He looked towards the door. Guess that
promise didn't last long.
Donald put his head in his hands, as he tried to think. What happened
last night? Maybe he could call one of his friends, ask them who this girl
was, but who did he go with? He couldn't remember.
"Breakfast is ready," came a voice from the doorway.
He looked up, and was amazed. There she was, carrying a tray of pancakes,
with a glass of orange juice, but he ignored all that. He was looking at
her breasts. They looked like over-ripe grapefruits, pulling her shirt
tightly. He could understand mistaking a d-cup for a c, but those, they
were at least an f-cup.
"Your breasts," he managed to stutter.
"Yes, they are. Rather nice I think," she replied wittily,
"So would you like something to eat, or shall I just stand here so
you could stare at them?"
"I'm sorry, really. It's just, are you all right?" He stated,
finally looking up at her eyes.
"Of course. I'm not the one with a hangover," she said, while
sitting down. She placed the tray down besides him, picking up the orange
juice.
"Want some?" She cooed, leaning over seductively.
Donald gulped. He still felt a slight pounding in his head, but he
was also feeling a throbbing elsewhere. He took the glass from her and
downed it. The cool liquid felt refreshing. His headache was almost gone
now. He sighed in relief. He looked back at her. She was still leaning
over seductively, while licking her lips. He looked down at her chest again,
and dropped the glass.
"Honey?" She asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Donald continued to stare at her chest. It was most definitely a little
bit bigger than it was three minutes ago. He continued to watch, but saw
no signs of growth.
She cleared her throat quite audibly. "Hello down there. I'm up
here. Can I help you with something?"
Donald looked up in to her eyes, then quickly down to her chest. No
change. He looked back up again.
"What's going on?"
"You were sick. I made you breakfast. And," she paused, "I
had hoped to continue from where we left off last night."
Donald shook his head. "No, I meant what's going on with ...,"
he trailed off as he pointed to her breasts that now seemed even larger.
She looked down, puzzled, and then smiled. "If you want me to
take my shirt off, all you have to do is ask," she said, while reaching
down to lift up her shirt.
Donald watched as she pulled up. The bottom of the shirt was barely able
to get around her volleyball sized breasts. She threw the shirt off to
the side, but Donald was still staring at her tits. They were larger still.
He reached out, almost subconsciously, trying to make sense of what was
happening. She moaned as his fingers touched her skin, but he ignored it.
"Do you like what you see?" She asked playfully, arching
her back. He watched as her breasts moved towards him. He reached with
both hands, massaging, caressing her breasts. He couldn't feel them grow.
They remained the same size. What was going on?
"Yes," she moaned, "that feels so good. Don't stop."
Donald stopped and looked at her.
"Please," she cried, "that felt so good."
She leaned forward and kissed Donald on the lips again. Pleasure of
all sorts raced through his body. He still didn't understand what was going
on, but it felt too good to stop. He reached around her, and pulled her
close. The wetness of her lips tasted like honey, and the smell of her
hair was like lilacs. If ever he wondered what angels were like, he would
have to say she was one of them.
They separated their embrace, and he looked at her again. As he expected,
she was larger still, almost the size of twin basketballs. He looked up
in her eyes. They seemed to glow green with passion. He felt the throbbing
down below get stronger. He needed this woman. He needed to be inside this
woman, and he knew she wanted him.
Whether he leaned back, or she pushed him back, he wasn't sure, but
she moved on top of him. She bent over, and started kissing his chest.
He could feel her large breasts pressed up against his stomach and groin.
He could feel them move around as she moved. She continued kissing, with
the occasional bite, while moving down. She briefly licked his belly button,
and he could feel his dick pressed between her breasts. He tried to thrust
up, to feel his member between her mounds, but she had begun to move down
again.
He watched as she placed her lips against the tip of his member. The
throbbing was even stronger. He did thrust, forcing his dick inside her
mouth, and she greedily accepted. It felt like a thousand moist feathers
were running against his penis. The pressure inside continued to build.
He looked down and could almost imagine her breasts were even larger. He
felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't hold out any longer, and
then she reached out with her hand, wrapping it around his member, and
squeezed. He shook violently as he tried to come, but couldn't. She was
squeezing too tight.
"Now you wouldn't be trying to cum before I do?" She asked
teasingly.
Donald groaned. The pressure was intense. He wanted to release it.
Donald just looked at her eyes, pleadingly. She continued to hold his member
tightly, while she sat up. Her breasts were huge. She was barely able to
lift them up. He continued to shake, trying to come, the pressure building
more. Holding on to his member, she moved on top of him. He could barely
see her face past her tits.
"Hold on, dearest Donald. You'll get you chance. I just want to
make sure I get mine as well."
She removed her hand, and plunged down hard on his member. He almost
came, but she clenched tightly with her inner muscles, not allowing him
to come. Her breasts jiggled. Donald could only moan. She began moving
up and down, still clenched. It felt better than any thing he had ever
done. He looked up and couldn't see her face anymore, her breasts were
in the way. He reached up and massaged them with his hands. They were soft,
warm. It was an incredible feeling, to feel her riding his crotch, while
having such a massive weight on his chest. He continued to shake, he wanted
to come, and from her moans, could tell she was probably going to come
soon.
He tried pushing her breasts apart, to see up at her, but they were
too big. He didn't know how big each one was, but could reach over and
grab a nipple, which was about the size of his thumb. He did so, and she
moaned louder. Donald grabbed tightly of both nipples, massaging them while
she continued riding up and down on him. He pulled, stretching them, and
could feel the wetness from her groin increase. And then she came. Shaking
violently, pressing firmly against his member, he could feel her grip release,
and he came as well. It felt incredible, like a valve had been released.
He could feel himself spraying her inside. The intense pleasure continued,
and he continued to pull on her nipples, which seemed even larger. Her
breasts were threatening to bury him, but he was in heaven, thrusting harder,
and deeper in to her.
He could no longer reach her nipples, his arms trapped beneath her
massive breasts. He was feeling intense pleasure, but was now starting
to panic. He didn't think he could move her breasts, and knew the she couldn't.
He squirmed, and pressed against them, trying to get free, but that only
caused him to press deeper into her. He tried to shout out, but was muffled
by the tit flesh. He pressed and squirmed, trying to dislodge himself from
her. His panic continued until finally ... he woke up.
Donald looked around his room startled. His blanket had ridden up,
covering his face, and that's what he had been fighting with. It was still
early morning, and he still had a hangover. He looked over to the side
of his bed. Empty. He sighed a relief.
Donald stood up and walked towards the bathroom door. He remembered
last night clearly. His girl friend had dumped him, and he went to the
bars to get drunk. He even remembered seeing that female, and spilling
a drink on her, but she slapped him and walked out the door. He sighed.
Aspirin is all he wanted now, and maybe some more sleep. He looked back
at the bed. No, no more sleep for a while. He walked to the bathroom door.
It was closed and there was a light shining beneath it. His roommate was
home. He pounded on the door.
"Hurry up," he shouted.
The door opened, and there was the female, completely naked, holding
some type of white tube. Her breasts were back to their originally a-cup
size, and she was frowning slightly.
"Bad news," she said glumly, "I'm pregnant."
Donald's jaw dropped, and he blinked. He looked down at her mid section,
and could have sworn her stomach had just gotten a little larger.