WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.


	The Essential Breast Guide: Care and Feeding of Your Breasts

	Sophie was wandering through the book store, half aware of where she was when a bright pink cover stuck out amongst the predominantly black books on the occult shelf. She reached out to pick it up and felt the book hum slightly when she put her fingers on it. It stopped once she picked it up and she wrote it off as she flipped through the pages. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, cocking her round hips to one side and accenting her firm butt. 
	All throughout there were diagrams and drawings of breasts with little labels. One such picture showed a woman grasping both breasts and there was a circular arrow indicating the direction of the massage. This was labeled "Awakening Massage". Sophie flipped to the cover and absentmindedly pulled a lock of long black hair behind her ear. A small version of the pink book reflected in her blue eyes. On the cover, there was a title, "The Essential Breast Guide." She thought it was odd that there were no pictures involving babies, breast pumps, or any other such usual breastfeeding information.
	She reached to put the book away and the blurb on the back flap caught her vision. "How much have you been taught about your breasts? Ever wanted them more sensitive? Firmer? Bigger? Well, now is your chance. This Guide will give you everything you need to know and more about taming your chest and getting that look you've always wanted." Sophie looked down at her meager chest and chuckled to herself. She threw the guide into her stack on the table and continued looking for other books. 
	
	When she got home, Sophie dropped the books next to her bed and flipped on the radio. After disrobing, she lied down on the bed and reached down to the stack. The guide had somehow been jumbled to the top of the pile and she felt the familiar hum as she picked up the book. After skimming the table of contents, she read through the introduction and began flipping through the pages until she got to the awakening section. As she read, she rested the bottom of the book on her chest and read with one hand, not noticing as the low hum had spread all throughout her chest. 
	The section explained that a woman's breasts were malleable and dormant, but the right set of massages and input could reshape the pliable tissue to a woman's whims. Sophie carried the book into the bathroom and set it on the counter. When she made sure that she had her hands in the right places, she began to massage her a-cup breasts like the diagram. The low hum had intensified wherever she touched and began to turn pleasurable. 
	Sophie closed her eyes and slowed down, a low moan escaping her throat. She leaned her head back and bit her lip as the pleasure radiated out from her fingertips. They were beginning to grow warm and soft, her nipples were rock hard. A bolt of pleasure shot to her groin and she sat down on the toilet, her knees growing weak. Her skin felt like it was on fire as the waves of pleasure flowed over her, spreading outwards from her breasts. 
	When she had finished with the massage, her face flushed and her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths, she grabbed the book and went back to her bed. She settled under the covers and put the book on the night stand, exhausted from her fun. A gust of wind flipped the book to a page with bold letters that spelled out the following, "Warning! After you awaken your breasts, you must provide direction with one of the methods detailed in this chapter. Otherwise, your breasts will accept all inputs with unpredictable results." Sophie didn't notice the book's warning because she was already fast asleep.

	On the way to work the next morning, Sophie got her usual Triple Venti Caramel Mochachino to get her going through the morning. After getting settled down in her cube, she reached for the beverage and was about to take a sip when her phone rang. Startled by the sudden ringing, she accidentally squeezed the cup which popped off the lid and caused half of the drink to spill down her blouse. Thankfully it had cooled during the drive and wouldn't leave blisters.
	As she was blotting the dark brown liquid, she thought that her tissues were unusually effective at getting the liquid up. Her entire front felt warm, but her breasts felt much hotter, and continued to heat up as she sopped up the liquid. After deciding that a trip to the restroom was unnecessary as nobody would be able to tell that she had spilled her coffee on her white blouse, she got to work. 
	
	At lunch, she drew more than the usual stares and kept checking herself for coffee brown. Finally, she asked a co-worker about it, who replied "Sophie, it is rude to fish for complements." 
	"What?"
	"Look at you, sitting around without a bra, its practically indecent."
	Sophie looked down at herself again and noted that although she had worn this particular blouse without a bra many times before, this was the first time that the roundness of her breasts were noticeable as anything more than an afterthought. She figured that the spill must have caused the blouse to cling and conform to her body a bit more before it dried, leading to the stares. 
	She made a quick mental note to wear the sweater she kept on the back of her chair for the rest of the day.
	
	Later that evening, she was running on her treadmill, filling out her sports bra and running shorts nicely and trying her best to ignore the extra bounce that her bra was having trouble with. As she went to take a swig of her sports drink, she stumbled and recovered, but not before dumping the bottle over herself. Deciding that was enough, she peeled the sticky garments off of herself and decided to shower. 
	Even before the water started to run hot, her chest was burning up. She brought her hands up and felt a faint hum. Sophie looked down in disbelief and saw that her breasts were slowly pushing her hands out. While in the shower, she mulled over the day's events and figured that this must have something to do with the massage she had given herself last night. Every time her hands brushed her breasts, she felt that hum that was similar to the guide's. 
	After showering, she picked up the book and began reading at the warning. Sophie started flipping through trying to find the section on growth and found a few paragraphs about how to direct it with the massage after the awakening, but nothing about it being linked to spilled beverages. She decided to go with the deactivation massage, pleased with her new handfuls. After reaching for some sesame massage oil to heighten the experience, she began the complicated patterns required to stop any further changes. 
	Halfway through, she had to reapply the oil and continued with the massage. Her chest hummed and buzzed with pleasure. She was glad that she was laying down for this and decided that the massage could wait while she finished herself off. She took a hand off of her breast and reached between her legs, jamming her middle two fingers into herself. Her right hand squeezed and toyed with her nipple while her left pulsed her g-spot. The pleasure started to build to an even higher level and she began bucking her hips into her fingers, unaware of her bodies’ motions. Her chest was on fire and she was having the best sex of her life without anybody else. Her toes were scrunched and every muscle was tense. With a few final gasps, she climaxed and looked at the ceiling for a bit.

	An extra weight on her chest drew her out of her daze and she looked down, only to be greeted by two fleshy mounds that were three times the size they were earlier. There wasn't a spot of oil on them and she cursed. She quickly tried to finish the massage, but the hum was at its usual levels. Sophie prayed that her breasts were deactivated before she'd have to buy specialty bras online.
	She slowly sat up, feeling the new masses shift and bounce slightly with the motion. Sophie hefted the fleshy mounds and cupped them in her hands. She could barely contain them with her fingers spread and let them fall back down with a little giggle. She would call in sick tomorrow, but tonight was going to be fun. 
	After scouring her closet for something would contain her, she settled on a halter top left by one of her friends and a mini-skirt that showed off her long legs and firm ass. For the first time in her life, she had ample cleavage and adjusted the top so that she bulged out of it ever so slightly. She grabbed her clutch purse and headed out for a night on the town.

	Mark sipped his scotch and looked around the club. He wasn't sure why he was here instead of drinking his own alcohol and listening to his own music, but his fiancée was in Vegas with his best friend, eloping. As he looked up, he noticed a woman who was all curves standing at the end of the bar. She sheepishly looked around and held her purse close, appearing unsure of what to do. It was clear that none of the usual guys were trying to talk to her, instead they were going after the easier prey, the 7's and 8's. 
	He chuckled to himself at this realization and decided to do a little good in this world. She looked like she needed a drink, and something else, but if nothing happened, he didn't have anything to lose. After calling over the bartender and sending a cosmo her way, he returned to his silence and was felt it a minor improvement over moping around his empty house. 
	A few minutes later, he saw the woman slide onto the barstool next to his and she set the drink down, spilling a little onto the cocktail napkin she set down for it. 
	She smirked and began "So, you come here often?" A deep blush spread over her cheeks and down her chest. She threw her head back and laughed, "I can't believe I just said that." By now, Mark had reeled in his jaw and was piecing together that this buxom woman was trying to flirt with him. He tried his best to not talk to her large breasts which were barely contained by the white halter top and countered with the rather intelligent "Uhhh, Hi."
	He blinked a few times and continued "I used to, with some friends." Smooth, he thought, but he didn't want to explain that he'd come with his best friend on double dates while the girls would dance and they would drink at the bar. "What brings you out to the club, you don't exactly look comfortable flying solo right now."
	She took another sip of her drink and explained that she wanted to get out as she was going through some changes and needed some fresh air. She glanced down and noticed that there was a bead of water rolling down her cleavage. Sophie discretely grabbed the cosmo stained napkin and dabbed at her chest, a brief look of surprise crossed her face as the napkin came away clean and dry. He tried not to stare as he saw that the amount of cleavage was slowly increasing. She shifted her top and set things back in place.
	A few hours and a few drinks later, the club was beginning to get noisier as the late crowd flooded in. They were making each other laugh and drawing the envious looks of almost everyone else at the bar. After exchanging numbers, Sophie stood up and then paused for a second before she thought better of it. She sat back down and turned to Mark, "Could you give me a ride home?"
	Leaning back with smirk and a look of false confidence, he coyly asked "Yours or Mine?" A few seconds later, she leaned towards him, providing a fabulous view down her top, "Yours."

	An hour later, they found themselves on his couch, enjoying each other's company immensely. The combination of booze and conversation had almost completely driven his ex fiancée and best friend out of his mind as he was captivated by this woman. She wasn't a normal big breasted bimbo, instead, she was kind of meek but very engaging. Although the engaging part may have come in part from the fact that her top threatened to give out every time she laughed. 
	After imbibing enough liquid courage and deciding that she had as well, he asked "So what was the deal with the napkin, was that some kind of trick?"
	"Oh no, not at all, you'll think I'm crazy if I tell you, so I guess I'll just have to," *hic* "show you." She tipped her wine cooler over onto her chest, spilling a bit of the red liquid onto her white top and down her cleavage. He gaped and went to get some stain remover from the laundry room. She quickly tugged him back down and said "Watch."
	Before his eyes, the red faded from the shirt and the droplets shrank to nothing. She leaned her head back and began to moan, clutching her breasts. Each time she squeezed her cleavage overflowed the top and threatened to pop out all together. She slowly opened her eyes and released her breasts with a smile. The tops of her breasts were like the tops of two loaves of bread, rising through the v-neck of the pristine white top.
	"That must come in handy."
	She slowly poured the rest of her drink down her cleavage, but none of it reached to bottom of the white fabric. Sophie then leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. He tasted the sour sweetness of her drink as her tongue swirled around in his mouth. Mark returned the kiss with gusto and pulled her close to him. Her chest was warm and wet, and he felt the sticky liquid seep through his shirt. There was a pop of thread and her breathing became labored. 
	She leaned back and arched her back. A small tear started to form at the bottom of the neckline, where the V came to a point. With each passing second, the tear was getting bigger as the fabric was being pushed apart by the rising mass. With a final rip, the breasts flew free of the top that has been barely adequate a few hours earlier. She pulled the ripped fabric up over her head and sat topless for a second, admiring the view. 
	Sophie's breasts were fading from a bright red back down to the pale white that matched the rest of her complexion. She then pushed him over on the couch and crawled on top of him, her breasts hanging like two cantaloupes from her chest. She leaned down and whispered the five words that every man wants to hear in such a situation, "I'm not wearing any underwear." 
	He replied with the five words that made her incredibly happy, "I have a hot tub." With that she slid off of him and went off to find it. By the time he had found his towels and made his way out to the tub, Sophie had slid into it, leaving her mini-skirt in a chair by the hot tub. The back yard had a high fence and even higher bushes around the perimeter which afforded them privacy, and the clear sky showed the few stars that weren't drowned out by the city lights. 
	Mark took the hint and dropped his clothes on the chair, revealing a well toned physique that was more active than fake. He took a breath and lowered himself in. She bit her lip at the view and shifted closer to him, her breasts floating in and partially obscured by the bubbling water. When he was seated on the bench, she began straddling him and pressed her chest against his. 

	Sophie paused for a second, taking in the feeling of the warm water swirling against her skin and the bubbles running up her thighs. She then began grinding against his body, feeling her smooth skin glide over his. When she couldn't take it anymore and the need filled her completely, she bore down and slowly slipped onto his penis. The feeling was incredible. Every part of her was alight with sensation and she felt the hum of her breasts over the vibrations of the hot tub. 
	She looked down and saw her breasts growing again, but was distracted as Mark took her hips in his hands and pushed her down. The tip made contact with her cervix and she came right then, clutching herself to him and panting in his ear. She looked up and saw that he was close and began rocking her hips and squeezing down hard, luxuriating in the sensation of fullness both in her breasts and down below. 
	Just as he was about to cum, she slid off of him and had him stand, his solid member in her hands, aiming it at her breasts. With that he exploded all over her cleavage. The white jizz slid down her breasts and then disappeared before it hit the water, causing her to clutch her breasts and moan with pleasure, their growth increasing with the added input. She looked down and felt her breasts tentatively. "Is this water chlorinated?"
	"No, I a salt system, same one as the pool."
	"Oh" She said, sitting up out of the pool. Her breasts hung down even lower. Their mass had increased markedly and they hung halfway down her flat belly. Her areolas were as wide as saucers and her nipples stuck out like the tips of his thumb. While the rest of her skin was dripping wet, her breasts had dried already. As he watched, they did indeed grow, little by little, but not nearly as fast as with something sweet. Her breasts were absorbing the salt water of the pool. The growth stopped and she looked mildly disappointed. 
	She looked up, a glint in her eye, "Bigger?"
	"Sure, let’s go for a swim."
	Sophie carefully stood up, not wanting to slip on the smooth fiberglass of the hot tub. Her new breast wobbled with each motion and she had to hold on to them to keep upright. Her hands sunk in and she was met with a pleasurable sensation. She made her way to the pool and slowly sunk in to the cooler water. Almost as soon as her breasts were submerged, she felt the heat spread from the skin inwards. In the clear pool water, the growth was barely visible and she floated around, waiting for Mark to quit flexing and jump into the pool. 

	She moved slowly as her breasts would tug if she turned too fast. Just before he jumped in, he got an idea and ran into the kitchen. Only to return half a minute later with a plastic container of instant juice mix. The sugar was already in it so all one had to do was just add water.
	Mark slowly waded in and unscrewed the cap, shaking a little into the water around her breasts. "My pool guy is going to hate me." He said, watching the sink in red tendrils of color that swirled around her breasts. Sophie let out a slight moan as the red color was suddenly sucked into her breasts. "Too much, use a little less next time." Her breasts had swelled with the intake of the sweet liquid and she was trying to not pass out. 
	Mark agreed and shook out about half the amount around her breasts. This time it was almost instant, her breasts absorbed the red liquid as well and he could feel the current created by that action. He set the container on the edge of the pool and pulled her close, sliding between her breasts which had grown to the size of floating watermelons. The rough pool surface grated on her nipples but she didn't mind, she was in someone's arms for the first time in years. She kissed him deeply again and went to grab the back of his head, as she did, she hit something light and hollow and there was the sound of something falling into the water. She looked down and saw the pool water turn red around her.
	The sensations were almost unbearable. She was vaguely aware of Mark trying to pull her to the other side of the pool, but as they moved a red trail followed in their wake. They seemed to stretch out forever, trailing behind her like pool floats. Her breasts were growing bigger by the second but she couldn't feel their weight, only the mass pulling on her chest. She was almost delirious and turned to Mark, begging him to make love to her, everything felt so good, but she wanted to feel better.
	
	Mark tried to heft Sophie out of the light pink water but her breasts were like heavy beanbag chairs. "Come on, I need your help with this." Sophie was beginning to come out of her haze, the pleasure in her breasts was less intense on this side of the pool, but she still only wanted to soak in the beautiful pink water and revel in the feelings it brought. 
	In the back of her mind, the voice of sanity was shouting out to get out of the damn water otherwise she'd never walk again. She began to listen and pushed up against the step, feeling more and more weight tug at her chest the higher she got out of the water. She looked down again, seeing just how large her breasts had gotten and pushed again, heaving the masses out of the water. She winced as the landed on the rough concrete, but they didn't scrape and they were fully intact. 
	Sophie looked at the light pink water and noticed that it seemed to be running a little low. "Sorry about your pool."
	"Oh, its no problem, really, here, lets get you standing."
	He helped her to her feet and moved her inside, she left light pink footprints in the plush creme carpet of his living room before collapsing on his bed. After getting everything situated on the bed, she realized there wasn't much room left for Mark. He ducked out and returned with a notepad, which he set on the covers. 
	He grabbed some massage oil from the nightstand and squeezed it on his hands and then began rubbing her breasts in a most miraculous way. "What are you ... doing?" She breathed between gasps. 
	"I'm sorry that your breasts won't ever be able to be completely deactivated, but I'll try to limit the growth, or would you like them smaller?"
	"What, you've read the guide...?"
	"I'm glad somebody read my book, I was beginning to get worried." By now, she felt the skin tighten up and her breasts had stopped growing. 
	"No, don't make them smaller yet! I've never had big breasts before, let’s wait till morning." 



Epilogue: 
	One week later, Sophie returned to work. The black lace of her 34D bra was visible through her white button up blouse. She and Mark had spent a week at his house, trying out different techniques for an expanded guide v2.0 and finally settled on the perfect size and shape for Sophie's physique. 
	One year later, they were married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator, and had a party celebrating the release of the second edition of The Essential Breast Guide v2.0.