Nursing Mom

by

Steve Palmer

THE FIRST CHILL wind of autumn scattered brightly colored October leaves across the Townsend�s modest back yard. Emily and Dave Townsend sat in their den as the beautiful Sunday afternoon slowly faded into evening on the other side of their patio doors.

They enjoyed these low-key romantic moments, spending lazy time together on the couch just watching a movie on TV. As they sat cuddled with a bowl of microwave popcorn, the local station broke for commercials right in the middle of an important scene.

"That was real professional," Dave commented sarcastically.

"Why can�t they just wait a few seconds, at least until the scene�s over?" Emily asked, frustrated.

"Because they�re idiots."

A commercial for a new blockbuster movie showed a scantily clad starlet running for her life in slow motion, her formidable breasts caroming around lavishly. Watching the actress�s extra large mammaries dance across the screen, Emily commented, "I wish I had nice big boobs."

"You�ve got nothing to complain about, Em." Dave countered. "First of all you�re a real good-lookin� woman. And besides, you have beautiful boobs."

She gave his arm a squeeze. "Thanks, hon, but they are kinda small."

"Not really. They�re actually bigger than they look. They�re like� stealth tits."

She snickered. "Stealth tits? What do you mean?"

"Well, your boobs are really firm. I don�t know what makes �em that way, but the flesh of your breasts is held super tight to your chest, so they don�t stick out a lot. But they�re not small. I was surprised by the size of them the first time I copped a feel off you."

She smiled at him. "By the way, I thought you�d never get around to doing that. Anyway, I�m glad you like my boobs, but I still wish they were bigger."

"You know, now that you mention it, I�ve been noticing that they have been looking a little bigger lately."

"Really? It�s strange you�d say that, because they seem bigger to me, too. But I had talked myself out of it."

"Do you think they really could be bigger?"

"I suppose anything is possible. Might have something to do with my cycle."

"Well, let�s have a look at them," he said with a grin as he took the bottom hem of her sweater and lifted it up over her bust. To his surprise, she wasn�t wearing a bra. "By golly, there they are: all ready to go!" As he reached out and clasped her bare breasts in his hands, she turned toward him to make it easier.

"I was hoping you�d want to fool around, so I was prepared," she murmured as she held the sweater up for him.

Her tits felt great, as usual. They were in fact extremely firm, and though this did conceal their true size from the observer, her breasts easily filled his hands. In fact, today there seemed to be some left over.

"They do feel bigger!" Dave exclaimed.

Emily pulled the sweater off over her head, and with a sultry smile, said, "Then close those blinds and screw me right here on the couch!"

The floor of the cabinetmaker�s shop was covered with the morning�s layer of sawdust, which would only deepen as the afternoon unfolded. The noise of woodworking machines filled the large open work area, obscuring all other sound as effectively as the sawdust hid the concrete floor. In his peripheral vision, Dave noticed his boss walking toward him. As soon as Jack saw that Dave had seen him, he motioned that there was a phone call for him in the office.

Dave followed the man to the small enclosed area where the management side of the business transpired. With the door shut, the noise was reduced barely enough to have a telephone conversation.

Dave picked up the receiver and answered, "Townsend."

"Hi, honey."

"Em! Hi! What�s up?"

In a hushed voice, she began, "You remember yesterday you said my boobs were bigger?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

"And I said it might have something to do with my period?"

"Uh � yeah."

"Well, I said that because my period was a little late this time�"

"Late?"

"Mm-hm. So at lunch I stopped by the pharmacy and picked up a home pregnancy test."

"Oh!"

"After I came back to work, I tried it in the ladies room. That explains why my boobs are bigger."

There was a momentary pause in the conversation. "You mean�?"

"Yes, the test says I�m pregnant! Now don�t tell anyone yet, cause I want to be sure. I made an appointment with my gynecologist for next week. We�ll know for certain then."

Dave laughed. "Wow! You really think�?"

"I�m pretty sure, yeah." She giggled. "Well, I just had to tell you, but I won�t keep you from your work. We�ll talk at home tonight."

The Townsends had no children but ever since they�d gotten married two years ago, they�d been planning on starting a family at some point. When Emily�s doctor confirmed that she was in fact pregnant, the couple celebrated that evening by eating at their favorite restaurant and then coming home for some passionate love making.

During the first months of Emily�s pregnancy, her bosom continued to fill out very nicely, growing to a size that delighted both her and her husband. Though Dave was a committed tit-man, he had never felt short-changed by falling in love with a woman who had only a modest bust. As he often pointed out to his wife, not only were her breasts extremely pretty, Emily was also a very beautiful woman. He was crazy about Emily and lucky to have her.

But now with her breasts becoming noticeably bigger, sex had taken on a whole new aspect. Their foreplay was much more breast-centered now. Lots of feeling and sucking and kissing, not to mention some tit fucking, an act heretofore physically impossible. They began doing it doggie style more often, a position that easily lends itself to breast fondling.

As with most pregnant women, Emily began to crave certain foods. One morning Dave got up to find the refrigerator filled with raspberry yogurt. It seemed that Emily felt an irresistible urge for the stuff in the middle of the night, got up and drove to a 24-hour supermarket where she purchased their entire stock of it. Then it was cottage cheese. Not the 2% fat kind like she ordinarily bought. She bought the full-fat variety.

She further abandoned her normal dietary discipline by buying gourmet ice cream and consuming it voraciously. First it was Double Dutch Chocolate Fudge, then she switched to Strawberry Cream Swirl, and then on to other flavors. Tiring of one food, she would pounce on the next � but always a dairy product.

Just before Christmas they made the official announcement of their upcoming blessed event. It was then that Emily learned that a neighbor friend of hers had just found out that she was pregnant too, due about the same time. Her friend�s name was Toni and she lived on the same street, just a few houses down. Through Toni, Emily became acquainted with another expectant mom who was three months farther along than they were, and the three of them became close, referring to themselves as �preg pals�. Toni and Jean had both had children before, and were able to provide valuable information about what was to come.

By the time Emily had just started to show, her breasts were big enough to turn men�s heads in public. Emily loved it. Dave began keeping a progressive log of her measurements from the first week they knew she was pregnant. It began as a part of foreplay when he asked if he could take her measurements. They found that her bust had increased almost two inches from what it had been, growing from 34 to 36 inches.

The next day Emily bought some new bras for herself � a victory splurge to reward herself for moving up to a C-cup from a B. When she became big enough to wear a D-cup, both she and Dave were thrilled. The increased size of her breasts excited them and they fucked like rabbits, with hardly a day going by without their having sex at least once. It might have had something to do with the fact that Emily never wore a bra in the house anymore. She liked the way her boobs bounced now, and since they had never been big enough to do that before, she indulged herself. Dave also liked the way they bounced, and one thing usually led to another.

As Emily�s tummy began to swell, they sought out new sexual positions that didn�t place pressure on the unborn baby. By her third trimester, her tummy was so big that the missionary position would have been unthinkable anyway.

The Townsends learned they were going to have twins. The sonograms showed two little baby girls scrunched up inside Emily, both appearing healthy and normal. It was a delightful shock to them both. There was no history of twins in either family, and she hadn�t taken any fertility drugs: it just happened. Instant family.

Emily had arranged for Jean and Toni to come to her house for mid-morning coffee as soon as Jean felt up to it after coming home from the hospital with her new baby. Although Toni was as far along as Emily, her breasts had not undergone the dramatic transformation that Emily�s had. Jean, however, was tit queen of the club with her G-cup, milk-laden mammaries. As they sat chatting, Emily was glad that Dave wasn�t there to see her friend�s enormous bust. That gladness was reinforced when Jean casually hiked up her shirt, unclasped one of the cup-flaps of her generous nursing bra, and started breast feeding her infant son in front of everyone.

As Emily sat staring at Jean�s fleshy bared boob, Toni said, "Sure is big." Emily was thinking the same thing, but she would never have voiced such an opinion herself and was surprised Toni was so bold.

Jean answered, "Uh-huh, Bobby�s a big boy, alright. 10 pounds and growing fast. Eats like a horse."

Only then did Emily realize that Toni had been referring to Jean�s baby, and she doubled over in laughter at her misconception. The others smiled and looked at her, anticipating an explanation. Between gasps, she looked helplessly at Jean and managed to squeak, "I thought Toni was talking about your boob! �Sure is big�." Jean and Toni caught on and started laughing with her. Emily continued wheezing, "I�m surprised I didn�t say something like, �Yeah, that�s one humongous tit ya got there, Jean! Is the other just as huge?�"

When they had finished enjoying the misunderstanding, Toni said, "Well, they are pretty darn big."

"I know," Jean agreed. "I�ve always been big-breasted anyway; before I had kids I was a D-cup. Then when Bethany was born I moved up to an F-cup nursing bra, and settled down to a double-D after I stopped breast-feeding. Now with Bobby I�m wearing a G-cup nursing bra. I�ll probably be an F after he�s weaned."

"You guys and your big tits," Toni said. "I�m jealous. I want to have great big boobs too!"

"Are you going to breast feed?" Jean asked.

"I�m not planning on it."

"Then forget about having big boobs. If you�re not going to breast feed your baby, they give you a shot at the hospital so your milk doesn�t come in. The No-Booby Shot."

"Yeah." Toni thought a moment and said, "But breast feeding is such an inconvenience."

"Listen, in the middle of the night when he wakes up hungry and squawking, I don�t have to hassle with putting formula in a bottle and heating it; all I have to do is stick a tit in his mouth. Instant happiness for all. Besides, it�s rather pleasant having someone sucking on my nipple all the time."

"Hm. You have a point. Maybe I will breast feed this time."

Emily read mountains of material on childbirth and did everything humanly possible to ensure her health and the health of her babies. She was determined to deliver them naturally, without drugs and without a C-section. She smeared cocoa butter all over her tits and tummy every night to minimize stretch marks later. (Actually, Dave did all the actual smearing.)

By the ninth month, Emily looked as if she were about to pop. She felt as if she were, too. Her breasts were bigger than ever, but her belly was incredibly big. When the time finally came, her delivery was long and hard, but without complications. Emily was in labor all night and finally bore two healthy daughters at about six o�clock that June morning. They wept joyfully together over their baby girls, Martha and Marie. Once the twins were cleaned up, Emily was allowed to nurse each of them, and she fell fast asleep a few minutes later, exhausted.

She awoke and slowly realized she wasn�t at home. The hospital. Oh! I had two babies! Congratulations, me!

She became dimly aware that something was lying on her chest. Couldn�t be the babies, she thought fuzzily. She looked at her torso and pushed the covers down. She gasped in shock. Her tits had become huge! During her pregnancy they had grown quite large, but that was nothing compared to the size they had now attained!

Sitting up, she clutched her hands to her breasts. They were now wonderfully big and it felt fantastic to caress them. As Emily sat admiring her expanded bosom, she mentally recategorized herself: she was now a Very Busty Woman. This wasn�t just a matter of a little extra meat on her boobs: she now had seriously big tits.

She unfastened the front of her gown and looked at them. They were extraordinary � they looked as big as bowling balls! They were so big that her big nipples no longer seemed out of proportion, even though the hospital air conditioning was causing full deployment. My biggest bra won�t fit me now, she mused. This puts me in a league with Jean. Too bad this is only temporary. I�d love to be this big permanently.

As she lay there giving herself the feel of a lifetime, she became aware of a new sensation. That mammary massage was awakening the need in them to be sucked on. She covered herself and rang for the nurse to ask when she�d be allowed to nurse her babies. Feeding time was officially about a half-hour away, but they made an exception and let Emily start early. She fed them both, and though they ate like little pigs, she didn�t run out of milk.

When Dave came in, the babies were both sleeping, Martha in the bassinet beside her and Marie in her arms. He kissed her lovingly and put a hand on the baby�s fuzzy head. "Who�s this?" he whispered.

"This is Marie. Martha�s there," Emily answered, pointing with her chin.

"Would it be okay if I held the other one?"

"Sure, sweetheart; they�re yours too. But hold this one. I�m ready for a break." They transferred the infant into her daddy�s arms and he sat down in a chair facing the bed. "I�ve got something to show you," she told him with a grin and a glance toward the door.

"What."

She sat up and opened the front of her gown, revealing her swollen breasts for him to see. His eyes bugged out and his mouth opened. "Now that�s the reaction I like to see when I show a man my naked tits!"

"Em! They�re so big!" he exclaimed in amazement.

She held her hands under her fattened boobs and bounced them alternately. "Isn�t this great? The nurse says when you have twins, your body knows you�ve got double duty and your breasts rise to the occasion. I want you to bring the tape measure from home next time. I�d like to see how big I am now."

Grinning, Dave pulled the tape measure from his pocket and held it up. Wagging his eyebrows, he said, "Great minds. I knew your boobs were going to be bigger after you gave birth, but I wasn�t expecting this!"

Emily giggled and thrust her imposing bosom out for him to measure. He slipped the tape behind her back and grasped the end with his other hand, pulling it around until it touched against the numbers in front.

"Good grief, Emily! You�ve got a 45-inch bust!"

She hooted and applauded herself, slinging her lavish new bosom around in celebration. Dave watched her swollen breasts in rapt awe as they swung and bounced, throwing tiny droplets of milk here and there. "I�m gonna have to get some bigger nursing bras, sweetie."

"Hon, how long did the doctor tell you we�d have to wait until we can have sex again?"

Emily stopped jiggling. "Oh. Uh, six weeks."

"Shit," he said with a longing look at her bobbling tits. "How am I going to go six weeks without sex, looking at those great big things all the time?"

"Don�t worry, babe," she said covering herself mercifully. "There�s plenty we can do. We�ll work something out."

Emily came home on the third day after the twins were born. It didn�t take her long to get herself and the girls situated in a regular routine, establishing some much-needed normalcy in their household.

She worried that she still had a tummy. She had thought she would return to her normal slim figure after the babies were born, and it bothered her that she hadn�t yet. Her belly wasn�t nearly as big as it had been, of course, but neither was it as small as it was before she�d gotten pregnant.

Then near the end of the first week she was home, a strange feeling began coming over her. Whenever her breasts were being engorged with milk, she felt as if fluids were being forcefully pumped into them from every part of her anatomy. Her tits were continuing to get bigger. They strained against the cups of her big nursing bra, and no matter how she pulled or tugged at it, relief could not be found. Finally one day Emily became so uncomfortable that she decided the brassiere had to come off. She got up from the couch where she had been watching TV, and began unbuttoning her blouse as she trotted up the stairs. Her abundant bosom jostled and shook as pranced along, bouncing heavily within the cups of her big brassiere. This, combined with the relentless pressure exerted by her bulging boobs, became too much for the bra, and it failed structurally. Hooks unbent and slipped out of their eyes, seams split and burst open, and her great tits sprang free, wiggling furiously.

Emily was stunned by the event and stopped in her tracks three steps from the top. Looking down at her large undulating naked breasts, she was surprised at how much they had grown just in the past couple of hours. They were quite impressive. Then she giggled to herself at the realization that her boobs had just swelled up so big that they burst out of her F-cup nursing brassiere. She removed her blouse and the bra, and went directly into the nursery.

The girls were sleeping, but out of desperation, she woke Martha and began feeding her to relieve the pressure. Emily�s left breast throbbed pleasurably as the infant sucked milk from it. It seemed to get even bigger with each pulsation. Just as the pressure became bearable on that side, Martha fell back asleep, no longer interested in eating. Emily put the child back in her crib and was about to pick up Marie when she noticed that her left tit was indeed visibly larger than the right, even though the right one felt fuller. As she nursed Marie, her right breast throbbed forcefully, swelling up to match the left in size by the time the infant was satisfied.

After putting the baby back down, Emily went to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed looking down at her bombastic mammaries. The pressure was somewhat relieved now, but she could still feel the fluids being drained from her body into her breasts. Touching her fingertip to a drop that was trying to escape from one of her nipples, she remembered that the bra she�d just violently outgrown was the biggest one she had. She would have to go braless until she was able to buy a new one. At least she�d be more comfortable with nothing to constrain her bosom as it continued to enlarge.

She sat there on the bed nude from the waist up for several minutes, trying to think what to wear. Unable to decide, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was stunned by her reflection. Looking back at her was a knockout of a woman with an incredible pair of breasts. They had become much bigger than Emily had realized. She turned to the side to check out her profile and was startled by the extreme degree to which her swollen tits projected from her body. The firm musculature of her chest, which had always held her boobs so close, now served to support their increased size and weight, thrusting them out extravagantly from her torso to sway before her like moored zeppelins.

As she stood open-mouthed, trying to grasp the magnitude of her own bust, she realized that another change had taken place: her tummy was nearly back to normal. Furthermore, all the extra flesh she had accumulated during her pregnancy now seemed to be trimmed down to lean muscle. To verify this observation, she stripped the rest of her clothes off and saw that this appeared to be the case over her entire body.

She looked astoundingly sexy. She posed for herself this way and that, enjoying the sight of her own slim, super-busty figure. She fantasized about what Dave�s reaction to her new figure was going to be. He�d want to take her measurements right away. That thought triggered her, and she went to get the measuring tape and Dave�s log book. Below the last entry in the book she wrote the date and then put down the pen. Taking the tape, she stretched it across her big bust, pulled it tight, and pinched it together. She looked at the place she was holding and read with awe, "Fifty-five inches! Amazing!"

After recording the number in the book, she realized she should take her other measurements too, now that they had changed. They were easier to measure than her bust, coming to 23 inches at the waist and 36 inches at the hips. "55-23-36," she said out loud.

As she wrote the numbers in the book, she remembered a dress she�d been saving. It was a slinky gown that she�d found at an attic sale and bought for a couple dollars, and she knew exactly where in her closet it was hanging. When she pulled it out, she saw that it still looked like it had never been worn. She knew from the brand name that it had sold new for quite a bit of money.

She held it up against her body. She�d tried it on once before, when she had first bought it, but her hips were a little big at the time and her boobs weren�t. The low-cut neckline had hung loose below her petite bosom, completely exposing her chest. Now the dress fit her much better, but not quite perfectly. Her hips were now just the right size for it, but her swollen breasts were now much too big. They more than filled the bodice, bulging out over the top of the neckline and protruding out nakedly before her. She was quite a sight. Looking at herself, she whimsically imagined wearing the dress out in public just as it was, with her big bare tits hanging out.

All this was fun, but there was still a nagging, unanswered question. She sat back down on the bedside, picked up the phone and called her preg-pal Jean to ask if what was happening to her was normal. Although Jean had never had anything so extreme happen, she had experienced enough similar body changes to be able to offer some comfort.

"You�ve got to expect an increase in breast size, Em. It�s only natural."

"I know, but my boobs have grown so big! Not that I mind � it�s actually a lot of fun to have huge tits. It�s just that they�ve gotten so incredibly big."

"I wouldn�t worry about it. Is Dave a breast man?"

"Yeah, he is. I didn�t realize just how much until the last few months. And that�s when I was just a D-cup!"

"Just a D-cup? What size are you now?"

"I�m not sure. I�m huge, though. My bust measurement has grown four inches just since yesterday."

"Four inches?!"

"Measured it myself. And I just keep getting bigger and bigger."

"Does that happen when your milk comes in?"

"Yes."

"How often is that?"

"All the time. It comes in when I�m not feeding them, it comes in when I am, it comes in when I finish � it�s coming in now. My milk is always coming in! Non-stop. When I�m between feedings, my breasts get bigger and they feel real tight. And then when I�m nursing, the pressure is relieved, but whichever breast the baby�s nursing from gets even bigger."

"Gee. Is it a lot of pressure?"

"It gets worse the longer I go without feeding them. They�re both eating fine, I�m just making way more milk than they need."

"I think your body will adjust."

"You don�t think I need to call the doctor?"

"I really don�t know. I�m sure what�s happening to you is natural. Maybe you ought to relax and enjoy it. Your boobs aren�t gonna stay that big."

"Yeah, I know. It�s too bad."

"Oh. Well, cheer up. You�ll get to keep some of it."

"That�s good."

"Listen, I have to ask a favor."

"Sure!"

"I need to be at Bethany�s school tomorrow � I�m helping with Book Fair all day. Can I leave Bobby with you from about 8:30 to 3:00?"

"I�d love to watch him � he�s such a good baby."

"That�s not too early for you?"

"No, that�s fine. I�m up and dressed before then."

Emily hadn�t been off the phone for 30 minutes before her bombastic tits started aching again. It was too early to feed the babies again, but she had to do something. She�d been sitting topless in the den with the blinds drawn watching television and playing with her bloated boobs.

Her big nipples were leaking again, which was why she kept a box of tissue handy. She lifted up the tip of one voluminous breast so she could wipe off the lactic dribble running down its underside. It was then that Emily realized that her nipple was within easy reach of her mouth. Her tits had never been remotely big enough for her to suck on her own nipple before, but they were plenty big now. She moved the breast toward her face, slurped her fat nipple into her mouth, and began drinking.

It was a very strange thing to be doing, but it felt terrific. The pressure began to ease and she could feel her boob enlarging in her hands as she drank. It dawned on her that she hadn�t eaten anything all day. She laughed at herself when the thought crossed her mind that she could drink as much as she wanted without gaining any weight. She consumed enough to make that breast comfortable, and then she started on the other. She wondered what it was about the sucking that made her tits swell up like that.

When she was through, she measured her bust again to see if her tits really were growing as fast as it seemed they were. Incredibly, her measurement was 58 inches! An increase of three inches since the last time she�d measured herself earlier that same day!

On a whim, she set up their camcorder across the room and plugged the live output into the TV. Standing in front of the camera wearing only her panties, she used the camera�s remote control to begin recording. She started by measuring herself again, proudly displaying her 58-inch bust for the camera. Holding the measuring tape in place at the front of her bulbous naked tits, she pointed the remote at the camcorder and zoomed in to show the number. She narrated her demonstration, explaining what her bust size had been previously, and the sequence of events that had apparently caused her breasts to attain their amazing size.

Emily turned to the side to display her stunning profile, and she was herself taken aback by the sight of her own enormous boobs projecting out so prominently from her chest. She stood staring at her image for several mesmerized moments. Then she turned back toward the camera and clutched her huge breasts in her hands, manipulating their fleshy bulk. She couldn�t tear her eyes away from the TV screen as she hefted, bounced, and caressed her swollen mammaries.

Part of Emily�s mind was apprehensive about this strange new autoeroticism she was engaging in, but there was no question that she found it thrilling. There was something intoxicating about suddenly having such extraordinarily large breasts. It wasn�t just their size: they were as beautiful as they were big. She loved to watch their heavy swinging and bouncing.

The video session lasted nearly an hour as Emily thought up various ways to play with her extravagant bosom for the camera. All this foreplay left Emily heady but discontented. After putting away the video equipment, she pulled out one of her most erotic romance novels from the shelf and sat down to reread certain excerpts from it. It seems the heroine of this book possessed an exceptionally large bust, the size of which resulted in various engaging plot twists. She had always identified with this character, fantasizing that her own bosom was just as ample. Now that she was even bustier than the main character, she was drawn to immerse herself into the story once again. Settling into the big chair, she opened the book and turned the pages, knowing exactly where to find one particular passage that stood out in her memory.

It was some time later that Emily was roused from her literary trance upon hearing one of her babies cry. She put down the book and hurried upstairs to tend them. They were hungry again, a welcome fact in light of how extremely full of milk her breasts were. She fed Martha for several minutes, but when Marie began to wail more loudly, she tried her hand at feeding both infants at once. It was very tricky to pick them both up and support them, but she managed to get them settled in.

As they sucked on her engorged tits, a sensation of pleasure fell over her like a big warm blanket. The feeling steadily increased in intensity, growing first into a consuming bliss, and then becoming unquestionably erotic in nature. Finally, still holding her nursing twins in her arms, Emily jerked in spasms of ecstasy, climaxing forcefully with a soft cry of delight.

So many new experiences in one day. She sat back in the chair and breathed a deep sigh that evolved into a giggle. Although Emily was ready for the proverbial cigarette, the babies were not through with lunch yet. The sensation of their mouths working furiously on her nipples continued to send thrills through her body. Her nipples felt as big as sausages and she wondered how the girls could get them in their tiny mouths.

She felt another orgasm coming. It arrived more quickly than the first, but it was more forceful. Emily was suddenly exhausted and slumped down in the chair as far as she could without disturbing her babies.

Finally they finished eating, and after being burped in turn, they were put down for more napping. She slipped out of the nursery and went into the bedroom to find something to wear on top. She had no bras that fit, so there were no options in that department. She wanted to be considerate of Dave by dressing in a way that de-emphasized her voluptuous boobs, but they were now so big that there wasn�t much she could do about that either. Six weeks of abstinence was way too much, especially for a tit-man living with a woman with breasts the size of honeydew melons. They hadn�t talked about alternatives yet, but something would have to be done.

She decided on a loose fitting, billowy tee shirt that she had worn at the end of her pregnancy after the weather had turned warm, but it was not as loose fitting and billowy as it had once been. Spacious though the shirt was, her bosom had become so huge that the fabric was stretched ridiculously tight across her bust.

The heck with that. She took the shirt off and dug through Dave�s dresser drawers until she found one of his largest tee shirts. She slipped it on over her head and pulled it over her tremendous breasts, but this one was also too small to wear. She continued searching, trying on this top and that, until she finally realized that nothing was going to fit comfortably over her enormous tits. In spite of her admitted ineptitude as a seamstress, it looked as though she�d have to alter something if she was going to clothe the upper half of her body.

On the floor of the closet she found a grocery bag full of clothes, amongst which was a sleeveless top with string shoulder straps that her sister had given her. Something about it felt right, so she took it out and sat on the bed contemplating it until inspiration came to her. She opened a drawer and shoved the junk around until she located a length of thick yarn that was almost the same color as the top. She snipped the yarn in half, yielding two lengths of about 18 inches each. After tying the ends of the yarn to the loose ends of the string straps, she attempted to put it on over her head, but the narrow waist of the garment wouldn�t slip over her obtrusive boobs. So instead, she took it back off and stepped into it, pulling it up to her bust and stretching the front over her bust as much as she could. Her boobs were so big she couldn�t pull it up far enough to cover her areolae, and had to shake her bulky bosom vigorously until it slipped a bit deeper into her bodice. After tying the makeshift straps over her shoulders, she gave her huge bust another good jiggle and turned to the mirror.

Her reflection shocked and thrilled her. With clothes on, her huge breasts looked even more enormous. It looked like almost half of her generous bosom was exposed, and all of it was rockin� and rollin� every time she moved. The top did an adequate job of supporting her tremendous breasts, holding them high on her chest and making her spectacular cleavage even more pronounced. Their considerable weight, however, soon unraveled one of the knots in the straps, and one jumbo size mammary gland broke loose, bouncing free and wiggling heavily. After reinforcing the knots on both straps she managed to persuade them to stay tied. It was obvious that nothing short of a new wardrobe would serve to hide the considerable size of her boobs from her poor, horny husband. She decided to take a different approach.

Late that afternoon, still wearing the tight low-cut top, Emily heard Dave�s truck pull into the driveway. She went to a mirror to check her appearance before greeting him and saw that her areolae were showing again. Upon trying to jostle her abundance back down inside the neckline of the top, however, she found that she couldn�t quite hide everything this time. Apparently her breasts were still getting bigger.

Dave opened the front door and jingled his keys absent-mindedly as he came inside. �I�m home,� he called out.

�Hi, hon!�

�Hi. There was this idiot in front of me in traffic a minute ago, and I swear he � Yikes! Em! Your tits are huge!�

�Like �em?� she asked demurely as she purposely let her great bosom bobble and dip.

�Shit, I love �em! How in the world did they get so fucking big?�

�They just did. I�m not really sure how or why, but they�ve been getting bigger and bigger all day. I wish you�d have been here, it was a lot of fun. My bust measurement was 58 inches last time I took it, and I�m sure I�m bigger by now! And look at the rest of me! I think all my body fat has gone into my milk; and I�ve had an incredible amount of milk today.�

�You look fantastic, Em! I mean in-fucking-credible!�

She smiled a sheepish but delighted ear-to-ear grin. �Thanks.�

�I probably shouldn�t do this since we can�t have sex for another month yet, but�� he said, putting his hands on her huge tits and lifting them by their sides. His touch upon her swollen breasts thrilled Emily. �Well, I may just have to measure these for myself, ma�am.�

�Yes sir, mister Federal Titty Inspector, sir,� she said with a comic salute as she thrust out her imposing chest. The gesture caused her tremendous breasts to bob and wiggle delightfully.

Dave took her by the arm and led her to the chair in the den where they often measured her. As he fetched the tape, she sat down and pulled up on her neckline, which tended to creep ever lower from the weight of her huge bosom. As he proceeded with the task of taking Emily�s bust measurement, he wrapped the tape around her widest circumference and found to his surprise that the ends did not meet.

�Shit! he said with hushed awe. �You�re off the scale, Em. You got boobs bigger�n 60 inches!�

�How much bigger?�

�It looks like you�re right at 61 inches!�

�Wow! Alright, now do my waist and hips.�

Dave sat there, stunned. �Sixty-one mother-fuckin� inches,� he sighed, staring down her shirt at Emily�s magnificent, undulating tits. Without a word, she stood up and held her arms out. �Right,� he said, reorienting himself. �Waist and hips. Gee, hon, you really did lose a lot today.�

�You just now noticed?�

�I haven�t been able to take my eyes off your tits. Waist: 23.�

�I don�t think I�ve actually lost any weight; it just all went into my boobs!�

�Hips: 36. Very impressive, Em. 61-23-36. Amazing.�

 �Do you like them this big?�

�Oh, definitely! I�m really getting a kick out of how big they are. I can�t get over it!� He put his palms where her erect nipples poked out under the fabric, and began massaging her fleshy bosom with deep appreciation and enthusiasm.

She shrugged so that the straps of her top slipped from her shoulders, and then she peeled the neckline down, exposing her enormous boobs for him. �Let�s go to the bedroom, babe. We need to play.�

�I agree,� he said, �but what can we do?�

�I�ll show you.� She turned around and he renewed his grasp on her giant naked breasts from behind. He had to let go when they began climbing the stairs, but contented himself with watching from behind as her immense mammaries bounced and wobbled along.

As soon as they entered their bedroom, clothing fell from their bodies like rats jumping off a sinking ship. �Now what did you have in mind, Em? Satisfying me won�t take a whole lot of imagination, but I want you to have a good time, too. And I doubt that even oral sex is safe for you yet.�

She smiled sheepishly. �Something happened today when I was nursing the twins.�

�I�ll say.�

�No, I mean I came. I had an orgasm from breast feeding.�

�No kidding? Wow!�

�So why don�t we try that.�

�You want me to drink from you?�

Emily nodded.

�But are you still going to have enough milk for the twins?�

�Hey, I�ve got so much milk I don�t know what to do with it! Come on, babe.�

Dave took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, moving from her lips down to her neck and then to the soft flesh of her breasts. She sat down on the bedside and he knelt in front of her, taking one of her huge nipples into his mouth. He began sucking on it, filling himself with Emily�s squirting milk as he kneaded both tremendous breasts. The taste of her milk was different, and quite pleasant.

Her supply seemed endless and he hoped he wouldn�t get full before she climaxed. There�s always some kind of performance anxiety, isn�t there, he chided himself mentally. After a few minutes, Emily directed her husband�s efforts to her other tit. Upon pausing briefly between mammaries, he noticed a difference in size between the two.

�Look at this! This one�s bigger�n the other one now! I thought I could feel it growing as I sucked on it.�

�That�s why I want you to do the other one now. I don�t want to be lopsided.�

�Oh. I thought you were running out of milk.�

�Mister, there�s a whole lot of milk in these mamas,� she teased, folding her arms under her enormous boobs and lifting them up on her chest.

�Are you getting anything out of this?�

�Oh, definitely. I�m really close. Here: sit next to me so I can play with you while you finish your supper.�

He grinned and sat down by her. �You taste real good. I like the serving containers, too.�

Emily winked at him as she reached between his legs and began fondling his erection. Clasping her other huge boob with both hands and lifting it toward him, he buried his face in it and started sucking her nipple again. It wasn�t long until she started making the little sounds that told Dave she was on the verge of an orgasm. Then she cried out in pleasure, clutching his head into her immense bosom. Dave continued drinking blissfully from her bloated mammary, and in a few seconds she climaxed again.

He stopped to come up for air, and Emily took him by the shoulders, stood him up, facing her. They had used this position when first experimenting with tit fucking, but her boobs had grown so big that they now hung down too low. Emily adjusted by getting up and kneeling on the mattress before him with her enormous boobs more on a level with his cock. Together they picked up her massive breasts and held them as he inserted his throbbing erection between them. In the past his penis would poke through to the other side of her cleft, but her breasts were now too huge for that to happen. It didn�t take Dave long to come.

After taking a refreshing shower together, they decided to call and order a pizza for delivery. When it arrived they�d been sitting in the den watching television. Dave got up to get the door, but Emily stopped him.

�Let me get it.�

He gestured at his wife�s astoundingly large and inadequately covered bosom and stammered, �But hon, your... I mean, so much of you is � you�re all hanging out!�

�I know. Just humor me. Give me the money and let�s watch his reaction.�

Dave hesitantly handed her the money and peered around the corner after her as she walked to the door with her tremendous unbrassiered tits bounding and shuddering. She paused to pull her neckline down a little lower, and then opened the door.

The young man holding the pizza was barely able to maintain his composure, and unable to keep his mind or eyes on anything but the giant pair of half-naked breasts that swayed ponderously before him. He stutteringly conducted the business at hand, reading her the order and price. After he took the money and handed her the pizza, she thanked him and told him to keep the change. �You too,� he responded.

That night as they were getting ready for bed, Emily complained that her boobs had outgrown all her sleepwear. She�d tried on several nightgowns: she looked comical in some, unbelievably sexy in others, but all of them were too small.

Then Dave thought of something while he was brushing his teeth. He opened a drawer in his bureau and dug down through its contents. �Ah, here it is,� he said, taking out a large men�s nightshirt and handing it to her. �This was my Dad�s. See if you can get it on.� Emily took it from him, and after inspecting it briefly, she slipped it over her head. Though it was a snug fit, it was big enough to accommodate her enormous breasts.

After the rest of their bedtime ritual was complete, they got into bed and began settling themselves in. Emily suddenly started giggling.

�What�s funny?� asked Dave.

She explained, �I just tried to roll over on my stomach, but it didn�t quite work. I guess I can forget about that for a while.�

�That�s right, sweetheart. Busty girls don�t sleep on their stomachs; it�s a fact.�

�It�s a necessity.�

They said goodnight to each other and turned off the lights. Emily lay on her side, unconsciously stroking the flank of one of her huge breasts with her fingertips, while considering the strange and wonderful events of the day. Her thoughts eventually grew magic wings and floated away with her, free of the constraints of logic and responsibility.

She was in a spacious open courtyard, sitting with her friends Jean and Toni in an outdoor caf�. The sun was very bright, spilling yellow light across the table and their pretty dresses. They chatted pleasantly while children painted nearby cobblestones with hideous orange paint.

Emily noticed that her boobs were small, and thought she must have dreamt having such preposterously oversize breasts. As she sat looking down at her modest bust with a feeling of disappointment, she began feeling very warm and tingly. She became aware of an increasing pressure against her breasts, and it was becoming extremely uncomfortable, almost to the point of pain. Her bra straps were digging into her skin and pinching her here and there. She noticed that Toni was also squirming in discomfort and tugging at her brassiere under her blouse. Jean began laughing at them in a most rude and irksome manner.

Soon the stitching and clasps of Emily�s bra began ripping and popping, easing her distress somewhat. She realized that her breasts were growing just like in that �dream�, but this time at an alarming rate! Glancing around the table at the other women, she saw that their bosoms were also getting much bigger, pushing out against their blouses. She heard a sort of crunching sound coming from Toni as her brassiere split open and the buttons of her top snapped off. Her tits bounded into the open, and Emily found herself noticing how lovely they were. They continued to swell, ballooning out larger and larger by the second.

Then Emily�s own clothing ripped open and her boobs came rolling out, resting on the table where they too began expanding rapidly. It seemed odd that the people around them seemed to remain oblivious to their transformation. Lolling nakedly on the table before them, the breasts of both women grew to incredible size, so big that the women had to sit up as tall as they could in order to see over them.

Jean was still laughing as her bodice also split apart and her bare tits came bursting out of her blouse. They rapidly grew to staggering enormity � much bigger than either Toni�s or Emily�s. Jean�s laughter suddenly stopped. She grinned maniacally as she watched her boobs become so immense that the table collapsed. The crash sent startled bystanders running in every direction. Emily felt a dreadful fear and tried to run also, but the weight of her tremendous breasts held her fast where she was. Jean�s gargantuan tits continued to expand, getting closer and closer to Emily until they finally overwhelmed her. They were now each about the size of a one-car garage, pressing Emily down against the cobblestone. It was hard to get her breath with this great mass on top of her, and she was afraid she might suffocate.

Emily awoke with a start. She realized that one of her own huge breasts had rolled onto her face as she slept. As she pushed her fleshy boob back down, she felt a sense of relief that she had come back to reality � a reality where her breasts were no longer small.

The doorbell rang. Emily had just finished feeding the twins and was tucking her nightshirt into her shorts. Her tremendous bosom took up so much room within the shirt there was just barely enough material in front to tuck in.

It felt tighter than it had been. She checked her appearance in a mirror, and there was no doubt about it: her tits were substantially bigger than they were only the night before. They were gigantic � fat and bulbous, now jutting out from her chest like watermelons!

As she trotted down the stairs to answer the door, she had to slow her pace because her massive boobs began bouncing so heavily she almost lost her balance. Looking through the peephole, she saw it was Jean with her baby. Emily twisted the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

�Morning, Em!� Jean sang.

�Good morning! And there�s my big boy!� Emily cooed as she touched the baby�s tummy. �Come on in, Jean.�

As the woman passed through the threshold, her head swiveled like a magnet toward her friend�s enormous bust. �Good grief!� she shrieked. �Em, your boobs are humongous!�

�I told you they were,� she said as she closed the door. �Actually, they�re a little larger than they were when we talked yesterday.�

Jean was still staring dumbfounded at Emily�s gigantic tits. �I had no idea! They�re so big!�

�Yeah, they�re just swelling up like there�s no tomorrow. Which reminds me, would you mind terribly if I nursed Bobby? I�ve got so much milk I don�t know what to do!�

�Sure, that�d be fine. He eats an awful lot, so I�ll leave his formula and bottles with you anyway, in case you run out of milk,� Jean offered, casting a doubtful glance at Emily�s massive breasts.

�Great, I appreciate it.�

�Thank you. Well, I�d better get going; I�m running late again. I�ll be back for him at around three,� she said, handing the carrier to Emily.

She took Bobby and walked her friend back to the door, listening to her last-minute instructions.

After saying good-bye to Jean, she carried Bobby into the den and sat down on her favorite chair. �Well, mister,� she said as she lifted the front of her shirt up over an immense tit, �I bet you�ve never sucked on anything this big before.�

He nursed for about a half-hour and then fell asleep in her arms. She sat cuddling him for a while longer before taking him upstairs and putting him down to nap.

Now that all the babies were fed and sleeping, Emily seized the opportunity to get a few things done around the house. Many of the mundane chores had become more difficult for her to address now that she was carrying around such a wide load up front. She couldn�t see what she was sweeping; her immense bosom was always crashing into things; and cooking at the stove could be downright dangerous. But Emily was clever enough to invent ways of working around these obstacles, and by the time she was ready for lunch, she had done much of what she had wanted to accomplish.

She fixed herself a grilled cheese sandwich with a glass of milk, and had almost finished when one of the babies woke up hungry and began wailing. Emily told herself to sit and finish her lunch: she�d earned it, she needed the nourishment, and besides, the babies weren�t going to starve to death in the next two minutes. But it was less than two minutes before rampant maternal instincts drove the woman up to the nursery.

Thankfully, only Martha was awake. Somehow the others had slept through her little operetta. Emily took her shirt off and draped it over the back of the rocker, baring her spectacularly huge breasts for service. She had to lower the side of the crib so her giant boobs wouldn�t bang into it when she leaned over to pick the baby up.

Martha suckled for a long time. Marie woke up before she had finished, but remained quiet as if patiently waiting her turn to eat. When her time came, she also had a big lunch, but Emily�s tremendous mammaries had not yet run out of milk.

Little Bobby was still asleep when the twins had finished, but when Marie let out a loud burp over her mama�s shoulder, he woke up ready to eat. Emily laid her daughter down in her crib and picked up Bobby. He nursed voraciously, forcefully drawing the milk out of her breasts. Her body responded by pumping more fluids into them, and they swelled bigger and bigger. She climaxed while the boy drained one of her immense mammaries, and then again just before he emptied the other. She had never been out of milk before. Feeding three hungry babies had sapped her seemingly inexhaustible supply, but her body was already beginning to make more milk. All three infants were contented and sleepy after she fed them, and Emily went downstairs to relax.

She stretched out in a recliner and watched a soap opera. She�d grown accustomed to the feeling of her body pumping her breasts ever fuller, but now it was becoming so intense she took notice. She tried to ignore it, however, turning her attention on the interactions of the TV characters.

It was almost an hour and a half later, after a snack and a few dozings, that she realized something unusual had happened. Her colossal breasts had swollen to an even greater size! They were phenomenally huge, having stretched the fabric of her nightshirt so sheer that she could easily see her areolae through it. She stood up in surprise and ran her hands around on her stupendous bust. Upon standing, the weight of her immense tits, which had been resting in her lap, came down full force inside the shirt. The material was too old and too tightly stretched across Emily�s super-enormous bosom to be able to withstand the force of this falling mass, and it ripped open across the front. Her monstrous tits rolled out through the gap, wiggling happily in their newfound freedom.

She was as delighted as she was astonished! In spite of their incredible new size, her breasts had retained their lovely shape and extreme firmness. The measuring tape was right on the little table beside the chair she�d been sitting in, so she picked it up and wrapped it around her enormous bosom. She was far too huge for the mere 60-inch tape to span, so she had to take her measurement in two segments. Her tits stuck out so far that Emily had to fully extend her arms to reach her nipples. Her bust measured an amazing 74 inches!

She smiled contentedly as she pushed her stupendous breasts up on her chest from their broad bottoms. From Emily�s perspective this made her massive boobs appear even bigger, bulging up and swelling outward. She held them in that position and admired the illusion, imagining herself with tits that much more massive. She definitely liked it. She had no idea how she had suddenly developed such tremendously large boobs or her odd, fetish-like appreciation of them. But she liked them big and that was that. The bigger the better. She didn�t even want to think about the prospect of losing most of her abundance after she was no longer breast-feeding.

She took off the remains of the shirt she had just �busted� out of. It seemed she was continually faced with the problem of improvising tops to accommodate her ever-expanding bosom. But she did have an idea, and there would be no better opportunity to try it out.

She located a tiny tank top that she hadn�t worn for years, and an XX-Large tee shirt that Dave had gotten from a job-related promotional giveaway. He never wore it because it was much too big and he didn�t like the advertising on it. Emily was sure he wouldn�t mind if she filled it with her giant mammaries. She put on the big tee shirt first, which her enormous boobs stretched out tight at the bust. Then she stepped into the tank top and pulled it up her shapely legs and above her waist so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. The neckline of the tank top served as a kind of underwire, holding the tee-shirt tightly against her body below her tits, and cocooning her tremendous bosom snugly against her chest. Checking herself out in the mirror, she was pleased. It worked well: she was amazing to behold.

After tucking her shirts into her shorts, she struck a few poses and admired her phenomenal figure. She was all bosom. Her gigantic boobs wobbled and shimmied whenever she shifted positions, and when she walked they bounded and dipped ponderously. The fabric of her shirt couldn�t hide her huge nipples, thrusting out boldly from the tips of her colossal mammaries. She loved being so extraordinarily busty all of a sudden!

Watching her own startling image in the mirror got Emily going. She went downstairs and set up the video equipment like she�d had it the day before, and began recording. A chest measurement update was first on the agenda. It was easier to do while wearing her nice supportive top, without her immense tits uncooperatively wiggling all around. She explained on camera that her boobs had gotten so big that her mere 60-inch tape was no longer sufficient. She started from the nipple of the left breast and pulled the tape around the extravagant curvature of her incredible bosom. Holding the tape where it ended, she let go of the beginning end and turned the tape around, measuring the rest of the distance to the originating nipple. She was somewhat surprised when she read 75 inches: an inch increase within just the last 90 minutes. She considered, though, that as big as her breasts were, an inch variance in such a wide span could easily be due to her own inconsistency in measuring. But she stayed with the 75 inches.

After displaying her astronomical statistics, she proudly proceeded to show off the flesh itself. She pulled the tee-shirt out of her shorts, and began slowly lifting it up from behind the tank top, revealing ever more of her gigantic bosom. The friction of the material across her enormous nipples made them swell out to their fullness, snagging at the garment as it was being raised. Finally her tremendous breasts were completely exposed to the camera�s lens, and Emily began stroking them playfully as she peeked at the TV screen to watch herself.

She wasn�t so much turned on by seeing a woman�s body as she was by the notion that her own body was something extremely desirable. She had been wanting to make a public appearance with her new enhanced figure, to share her incredible bustiness with other people and see how they�d react. As she flashed her huge naked mammaries for the camcorder, she was seized with the urge to do the same in public as well. That�d be great for my video, she mused silently. It�d also be illegal. But I really could have Dave video me going into public places with some clothes on. People are bound to react! After all, it�s not every day you see The Woman With the Biggest Tits in the World walking down the street. She made a mental note to tell him about her idea. She wondered if she had even told him yet about the video she was now making.

She paused the videotape and put on a CD by one of her favorite groups: a collection of their greatest and most danceable hits. The music began, and after she resumed recording, she started dancing enthusiastically. The only thing that beats watching a good-looking woman deliver a well-executed, sultry performance on the dance floor is watching a spectacularly busty, good-looking woman do the same.

After she got tired of dancing, she turned off the camcorder and the music. As soon as the room was quiet, she heard the tinkling theme song of the ice cream truck outside as it wormed its way nearer. Ice cream! she thought, savoring the many forms such a treat might take. Just the thing!

She pulled her tee-shirt back down, covering her giant breasts and tucking everything in neatly, and went to get some money out of her purse. As she raided her change purse, it occurred to her that she was about to indulge herself in two ways. She was going to once again make an offering to her ever-present dairy cravings, plus she was taking her enormous new bust out for its first public viewing. She snatched a couple of folded-up dollar bills and headed out the door.

The truck was just coming around the corner, and there were two other neighborhood moms with their children, waiting for it on the opposite side of the street. Her colossal bosom was shaking and quaking as she made her way toward the women. Emily was amused by their attempt to hide their shock when they noticed her approach. She suddenly felt very conspicuous among women with normal size busts. Standing next to busty Jean when she was at the house the other day was one thing; but being among mere mammary mortals was quite a different situation. She became acutely aware of how insanely huge her boobs truly were. Her immense tits were suddenly the center of attention, wiggling uncontrollably with her big nipples poking out from each. The other women had become very quiet and were doing their best to conceal the fact that they were gawking at Emily. One of the smaller children in their herd said to her mother in a loud lisping voice, �Mommy, that lady hath real big boobieth.� The child was immediately hushed.

The ice cream truck pulled up and the other women stepped up and placed orders for their entourage. An eternity passed while they were being served. After their group had finally paid for and received their treats, it was Emily�s turn. As the man stared at her huge breasts, she asked for a large sundae with everything on it. He took his time preparing the treat, and said not a word as he gave it to her and took her money.

She started shoveling it into her mouth as soon as she got her change. It was delicious. The ice cream truck idled as Emily crossed the street, her mammoth tits bouncing and wobbling heavily. The driver watched as she climbed the steps to her front door and entered, and then he put the vehicle in gear and rolled away.

When she got inside the house, her phone was ringing. She hurried to answer it as quickly as she could under the burden of her giant, pendulous breasts. It was Toni, asking if she�d mind watching her baby while she went to a doctor�s appointment. Her scheduled sitter had cancelled at the last minute and she was stuck. Emily was happy to agree: the more the merrier.

Upon hanging up, she heard the sound from upstairs of a baby starting to wake up. She finished her sundae as quickly as she could without risking the Dreaded Ice Cream Headache, and went up to the nursery. It was Marie.

Emily picked her up and sat down in the rocker. She pulled her tee shirt up, baring one of her tremendous boobs, and began feeding the infant. She sat for a few minutes rocking Marie at one swollen breast, but she still had so much milk in her other breast that it ached, so she switched Marie over to that side for a while. After the baby finished, Emily put her on her shoulder to burp her.

The doorbell rang. She went downstairs with her shirt down but still untucked, patting Marie�s tiny back. She looked through the peephole and saw it was Toni.

As the door opened, Toni smiled. �Hi, Em! I sure do appreciate you doing this for me, I don�t � whoa! Is that all you under there?� she gasped, staring at her friend�s billowing bodice.

�Yep. My very own giant tits. Come on in. Here let me get that.�

Emily took Toni�s bag full of baby paraphernalia as Toni stepped over the threshold holding her child in a carrier with the other hand. �Your boobs have gotten incredibly big, Em! Gosh, and I was so proud of how big my breasts have become, but I�m still flat compared to you.�

Emily closed the door, and walked to the stairway to set the bag down, saying, �Well, everyone�s flat compared to me now. My boobs just keep getting bigger and bigger. It blows my mind. I never dreamed I�d ever be this busty.�

�Your breasts are growing? Still?�

�Uh-huh. And by the way, I did notice how nicely your boobs have filled out. You look good!�

�Thanks. But you � my goodness! I�ve never seen tits so big! Is it comfortable? Do you like having such huge breasts?�

�Yeah, I really do! Dave loves it.�

�I�ll bet.�

�And I was surprised how comfortable I am with them.�

�It�s not hard on your back?�

�Nope. It seems like it would be, but I haven�t had any trouble at all. So � is little April asleep?�

�Like a log. She�s past due for a feeding � I�ve been in such a rush I haven�t had a chance. So if you wouldn�t mind, there are bottles in that bag, all ready to go, just warm �em up. Gosh, look at the time! I�ve gotta go.�

�Well, let me go upstairs and put this one down. Then I can take April so you can leave,� Emily said, beckoning with her head for Toni to follow.

�This is such a big help, Em. Thanks a lot!�

�Anytime,� she answered, then congratulated her baby on a fine burp.

Upon reaching the nursery, Emily put Marie in her crib and took April in her arms.

�Well, who�s this? Toni asked. Oh, that�s Jean�s little Bobby! Are you going to be okay watching four of them?�

�Sure. It�s only for a couple hours. Listen, do you mind if I breast feed her? I have so much milk � way more than the twins need,� Emily pleaded, putting her free hand on her immense bosom.

�That�s fine, Em. Gosh, I can�t get over how big your boobs are! Well, listen � let me get going, and I�ll be back as soon as I can � a couple of hours.�

�Don�t worry about me, take your time,� Emily assured her as she led the way out of the nursery and down the stairs.

As Emily let her out the front door, Toni said, �Let me return the favor sometime!�

�Okay, that�d be great!�

�I mean it, now. Bye-bye, and thanks again!�

She closed the door and took the baby back upstairs to the nursery. She was fast asleep, and since Martha was awake, Emily decided to feed her and let April sleep some more. She laid one baby down, picked up the other, and sat down in the rocker. As soon as her enormous tit was bared and offered, Martha took it eagerly.

�Well, aren�t you a hungry girl,� Emily said softly. She could feel the surge of fluids coming into her immense mammaries as the baby drank deeply from her. During her short time of motherhood, the sensation of having her milk come in had become increasingly more pleasant to her. She sat blissfully enjoying it as her baby nursed, and after a few minutes she fell asleep.

She awoke with a start when she heard loud crying, which turned out to be Bobby wanting his turn. Martha was asleep in her arms, so Emily stood up and returned her to her crib. Before picking up Bobby, she hoisted up her tee shirt, baring both of her enormous breasts so she wouldn�t have to hassle with that while holding the baby. As she leaned over the crib where Bobby lay squealing, her mammoth tits dangled gravidly from her chest, extremely heavy with milk. They were so big she couldn�t help but bang them into the crib. Picking him up, she cooed, �This big boy�s gonna give his Aunt Emily�s giant swollen titties some relief, isn�t he? Yes he is!�

Once again seated in the rocker, she let him nurse from her other breast, which was fat with milk. She sat humming and rocking, expecting that Bobby would drain whatever she had left after having fed the twins. He drank with such enthusiasm, tonguing her nipple vigorously, that she climaxed twice before he was finished.

To her surprise, she still had milk in both breasts. �Bobby, my boy, you let me down,� she whispered as she laid him back down in the crib. �So April, it�s up to you, little one.�

She gently scooped Toni�s baby girl into her arms and sat down, poking softly at her cheeks to coax her awake. She didn�t have a chance to cry in complaint because as soon as her eyes opened, Emily stuck her fat dripping nipple in the child�s mouth. April drank a lot, but even after she had finished, Emily still had milk.

�Well, what am I going to do?� she rhetorically asked the little face as she put April back in her carrier. Standing, she turned to put her top back in order, but stopped when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her boobs had further swelled to gargantuan proportions, and she stood staring at herself in mute awe. Her mind attempted to comprehend the extreme enormity of her own breasts, but they were so overwhelmingly immense that this wasn�t easy. They ballooned out in front of her torso so far that she could not wrap her arms around them to touch the fingertips of her two hands together. Her bosom had become so immense that it hid her waist from frontal view, dipping down hip level. With my boobs the size they are now, she thought to herself, getting a good measurement with that 60-inch tape is going to be extremely difficult!

She then decided it was high time for another chapter in her video self-portrait, so she left the nursery and started down the stairs bare-chested, watching her colossal breasts bounce and wobble heavily. After getting the video equipment ready, she decided to see if it was possible to get her tremendous tits back inside her top. She had to stretch the tee shirt to such an extreme that the material was almost sheer, but she did finally succeed. Looking at her image on the TV screen, she could see the darkened areas of her pie-size areolae surrounding her giant nipples, which themselves were visibly poking out against the tight fabric.

She pressed the red button on the remote, and the camcorder started taping. She began her narrative by explaining that her breasts had become so big that a 60-inch tape was not very practical, but that she would try. Using the middle of her left nipple as a starting point, she wrapped the measuring tape around her extravagantly oversize bustline. Then keeping the other end in place, she flipped it around to complete the measurement. It crossed her left nipple again at the 31-inch mark, making her bust measurement a total of 91 inches! She promptly announced her findings to the camera, proudly running her hands along the surface of her goliath bosom.

Suddenly the material of her commodious tee-shirt could no longer withstand the stress of her hugely swollen breasts, and it split down the middle, spilling her incredible boobs out naked before the lens. Emily was absolutely delighted, laughing heartily as she pulled the ruined shirt off and tossed it aside. Posing topless for the lens now, she swayed from side to side, watching the TV screen as she made her amazingly huge tits swing and wobble about.

As they had grown in size, they had, of course, also increased in weight. The changes in mass and in her center of balance forced Emily to be continually relearning how to move. She loved to dance, and she had made dancing a part of her video diary. The steps and moves that she had previously employed no longer made her tits bounce and swing like they used to. Her boobs were more massive now, and more mass takes longer to move. But soon she adjusted to her expanded bosom, and was able to make her mighty tits shake and bound erotically as she danced. Her tits had become so heavy that they jerked her torso forward when they bounced.

The song ended and Emily stopped dancing. Her gigantic breasts were already becoming tight and heavy with milk, but the babies wouldn�t be ready to eat again for at least another hour or more. She ran her hands along the broad, taut skin of her enormous bare boobs, thinking how desperately she needed relief. She considered drinking from herself again, but the last time she did that, she ruined her appetite for supper.

An idea came to her, and she paused the camcorder for a trip upstairs to their bedroom. In a minute she came back down holding a breast pump she�d been given at the hospital. She�d never used one before, but after mulling over the instructions, she figured out how it worked.

Restarting the tape, she began milking herself for the camera. The pressure within her colossal mammary gland began to gradually decrease, and it felt great. She filled the pump�s container three and a half times before she was entirely comfortable on that side. She collected the milk in a large canning jar she had scrounged up, nearly filling it by the time she started milking her other huge breast.

She amused herself during the process by making mooing sounds, which struck her as being particularly funny at the moment. She even tried leaning over the canning jar and pulling at her fat tit as if it were an udder, but she couldn�t make it work. After several more minutes with the breast pump, Emily was finished and greatly relieved. She�d had to find a second large bottle for her milk after filling the first, and ended up with about two and a half quarts of breast milk. She had no idea what she would do with it all, but at least she felt much better.

She put the video gear away again, and picked up her torn tee shirt. Emily was pretty sure it was the biggest top of any kind that either she or Dave owned, and her boobs were now so enormous they�d just split it wide open. There was nothing she could do to cover herself, except drape something around her, but the weather was too hot for that. Emily decided she�d just have to bounce about the house topless until Dave came home. Together they�d think of something.

When she heard Dave letting himself in the front door, she tiptoed into the kitchen and hid in a corner. �Is that you, Dave?� she called.

�Yep, it�s me.�

�Are you alone?�

�Yeah, I�m alone � what�s up?�

She stepped out of the kitchen and into his view wearing nothing from the waist up; her gigantic tits were so full and taut, her skin gleamed. They continued to wiggle ponderously even though she had come to a stop. She smiled tentatively at him, hoping he�d find her super-enlarged bust appealing.

Dave�s lunch box dropped from his hand and his jaw fell slack. �Wow!� he whispered hoarsely. �They got bigger again!�

�Uh-huh. Like �em?�

�Wow. Yes! Yes, I do. Did you measure yourself?� he asked.

�Tried to. I got 91 inches, but it�s hard to tell with that tape.�

He walked over to her and kissed her, caressing her immense bosom appreciatively. �Then this ought to come in handy,� he said, pulling a small bag out of his pants pocket.

�You brought me a present? Gimme!�

�Well, it�s not exactly a present,� Dave explained as he reached into the bag and took out a new 96-inch dress maker's tape. �It�s just this. It�ll probably be too short by this time tomorrow,� he said with a wink, �but at least we can get an accurate measurement with it tonight.�

�Goodie! How about now?� she said, thrusting her chest out at him and wagging her eyebrows.

�Sounds like a great idea to me,� he said.

As Dave opened the blister package and unwound the tape, Emily commented, �I bet my boobs are bigger now than they were this afternoon when I measured them.�

The incredible enormity of her breasts gave her constant erotic pleasure, and the loving attention her man was lavishing on them heightened her arousal all the more. Her nipples distended out to almost two inches in length as Dave drew the tape around her astounding abundance.

�Should I go ahead and measure you across your nipples, with �em poppin� out like this?� he asked with a grin.

She put her hands on her hips in mock irritation and declared, �Listen buster, I don�t need to cheat on a bust measurement!�

He laughed. �No, you don�t, do you. Okay, I get, uh � 93! Holy cow, Emily � a 93-inch bust! Amazing!�

�Uh-huh. You know, I weighed myself this morning to see how much I�d gained since my tits got so enormous, and I couldn�t see the scale.� She giggled. �So I had to spread �em apart so I could see.�

�How much do you weigh?�

�I�m not telling. But I think I�ve gained 60 or 65 pounds since I came home from the hospital, but at the same time I�m skinnier.�

�That means each of your breasts would weigh at least 30 pounds!�

�Probably more, since my boobs seemed to have absorbed every spare ounce of fat from the rest of my body. It�s really hard to say.�

Dave was gently caressing her gargantuan bosom, a sensation that was extremely enjoyable for both of them. �I brought something else home for you.�

�Yeah?� she prodded, clasping her hands atop his on her immense bosom.

�It�s nothing big either, but hopefully you can use it. You remember Fred at work?�

�Yeah, your friend Big Fred?�

�Uh-huh. I told him about your condition � growing out of all your tops and stuff ��

�What? You talked to a guy at work about my boobs?�

�Now, I talked to him privately! He�s a good guy and I trust him. He�ll keep it to himself. I knew he�d be sympathetic and I wanted to get some advice from him. Do you remember seeing his wife at the company picnic last year?�

�Umm � oh! Was she real big too? Big everywhere?� Emily asked, patting the sides of her colossal tits.

�Right.�

�What advice were you asking for?�

�We need to buy you some bras and tops, hon. You don�t have anything that fits. So I asked him where we could find extra-big clothes. He was very understanding and happy to help.�

�Oh. Well, okay. What�d he say?�

�I�ve got three stores written down on this paper,� he said, patting his shirt pocket, �plus, he went home at lunch and brought me this to give you.� From a paper bag under his arm he pulled out three gigantic shirts: a V-neck tee shirt, a tank top, and a short-sleeved white shirt. �They�re all clean. He�s lost some weight since he wore these and he hopes he�ll never need them again.�

�Great!� she exclaimed, taking the shirts and examining them. Tell Fred �thanks a lot� for me, �cause I sure need tops. Although we�re gonna have to wait until my boobs stop growing before we spend much money on new clothes for me. I busted out of my only top today!�

�You mean your tits got so big they literally ripped your shirt wide open?�

�Split it apart. On camera, too!�

�On camera?! What are you talking about?�

�Oh yeah, did I tell you I�m making a video of my huge boob adventure? The tape is in the camcorder; look at it sometime. That reminds me � I want you to video me out in public sometime. Get people�s reactions to The Girl With Giant Tits.�

�Okay. I guess. Yeah.�

The doorbell rang, startling them. �That�s probably Toni. Would you get that? I can�t go to the door like this,� she said, gesturing at her enormous naked boobs as she headed toward the stairway.

Dave chuckled at her, saying, �Sure, I�ll get it. You�re expecting her?�

�I�ve been keeping April this afternoon. All her stuff is in the nursery ready to go,� she called down as she trotted up the stairs. �Bring Toni on up, and I�ll be out as soon as I put on one of these,� she said, holding up the three huge shirts.

Dave couldn�t tell if it was just because of the angle of his viewpoint, but Emily�s colossal tits looked like they were bouncing against her knees as she climbed the stairs. When she was out of sight, he let Toni in and took her up to the nursery where her baby lay sleeping peacefully.

They chatted for a couple minutes and then Emily came in, wearing the sleeveless white shirt. Toni visibly flinched when she saw the increased size of her friend�s ponderous bosom. She would have been even more shocked if she�d seen her two minutes earlier.

After some more chatting, they helped Toni gather up her baby and supplies, then escorted her downstairs and out to her car. The fresh air invigorated Emily, and she decided she�d have to start getting outside more often. Toni drove off down the street to her home, and the Townsends retreated back into theirs.

As Dave closed the door behind them, Emily turned to him, saying, �You have to see this,� and started unbuttoning her shirt. �I couldn�t show you with Toni here � I didn�t want her to have a heart attack � so I wore it underneath this shirt. Look at this.� She finished undoing the last button and pulled the shirt off.

Beneath it she�d put on the voluminous tank top that Fred had given them. It fit Emily�s mammoth bust quite well. The extreme size and weight of her immense bosom made the neckline plunge spectacularly low, showing off an amazing abundance of deep cleavage. The fabric hugged the broad contours of her super-huge breasts, displaying their stupendous size beautifully, with her great nipples standing out boldly from within.

Wide-eyed, Dave stood ogling his astoundingly buxom wife, unable for a few moments to utter a word until finally, eloquence returned. �Whoa!� he whispered, pulling at the crotch of his jeans to provide his burgeoning erection room to grow.

�I see you like my outfit,� Emily giggled.

�Yikes, Em!�

�Thank you, sir. I�d like to see about that problem you have down there, but I�ve got a nice supper cooking and I can�t leave it right now. But if you�re not busy later...�

�It�s a date, cutie. Besides, right now I need a shower anyway.�

Dave pushed his chair back from the table and slid his plate an inch or two away from him. �Great chicken, Em! Really good!�

�I made dessert, too.�

�Gee! She�s beautiful, she�s fantastically busty, she�s great in bed, she cooks, and makes dessert! You�re too much, hon. What�d you fix?�

�Home-made peach ice cream!�

�No kidding! You made it yourself?�

�I sure did. Are you ready for some?�

�You bet! I�ll clear the dishes if you�ll serve.�

Dave finished wiping the table just as Emily set out two bowls full of ice cream. He liked the way her nipples were standing out after handling the frosty container. Upon tasting it, they both moaned with delight.

�Em, this is really good! It�s different from any other ice cream I�ve ever had!�

�Yes, it is. Thank you!�

�Listen, you really should go out and buy yourself some clothes that fit,� Dave commented between frozen bites. �You need to have clothes to wear, even if you grow out of them in a week � though it�s hard to imagine your tits getting any bigger. You just can�t stay cooped up inside all the time.�

�I know. I�ve been thinking the same thing. At least I�ve got some new things,� she said, plucking at her huge tank top.

Her bust was so enormous she was forced to sit at the table sideways with all her feminine glory resting in her lap. He couldn�t help but stare at her astonishingly huge tits as he ate his ice cream. She had to keep her knees apart to support them so her gigantic mammaries wouldn�t slip off. Emily watched him gaze at her immense bosom, enjoying his attention and admiration. He momentarily looked to her eyes, and she smiled sweetly and winked at him. He winked in return and went back to staring at her amazing boobs. They were so enormous that they protruded out beyond her knees as they lay in her lap. The neckline of her top plummeted deeply, drawing Dave�s eyes into her spectacular cleavage.

Emily put her ice cream down. She grasped the material of her shirt where it clung to the sides of her immense breasts, and bent over as she pulled her neckline down even further. This compressed her massive tits between her torso and thighs, causing them to bulge out of her neckline like great balloons being inflated. It was a riveting sight. Dave glanced at his wife as she performed this feat of mammary giantism, and she smiled mischievously at him.

�Em!� he said hoarsely.

She sat back up, took the bottom hem of her tank top and lifted it to her neck, baring her magnificent bosom for him. Then she ran her hands across the lightly freckled skin of her giant naked tits, occasionally squeezing them together or lifting up on them slightly. After doing this for half a minute, she sat back in her chair without bothering to cover herself, and with an impish grin resumed eating her dessert.

Dave was melting faster than his ice cream. He unconsciously finished the remaining few bites as he ogled Em�s tremendous bare boobs. When Emily got through with hers not much later, she slowly got up and took their bowls to the sink, moving in a manner to maximize the ponderous swinging, bouncing, and wiggling of her giant bosom. Then she turned toward him and removed her tank top the rest of the way, holding it out on one finger before letting it drop to the floor. As she sauntered past him with her hands on her hips, she whispered, �Let�s go upstairs.�

Though the Townsends were glad to have a sexual outlet of some description, they looked forward to they day when the doctor would pronounce Emily sexually fit for the more traditional, invasive forms of sex. It is on occasions such as this, of course, that time chooses to stand still. Nevertheless, in the final analysis it must march on, since that is the only thing time can do.

One afternoon Jean dropped by and brought Emily a huge billowy waistless dress that had belonged to an obese aunt who�d become too fat for it. Jean was apologetic, not knowing if it would have any appeal at all for her bosomy friend, but Emily was thrilled to have something she could wear in public.

She tried it on as soon as Jean had left. At first she slipped it on over her clothes. It fit better than she�d hoped it would, hugging her gigantic bosom and hanging down loosely from there. Looking in the mirror, she felt the dress made her look fat because of the way it hung suspended from the protrusive front of her bust. Emily reasoned that if her extreme corpulence were mistaken by the casual observer to be obesity rather than the presence of insanely enormous breasts, maybe people wouldn�t be as inclined to stare at her when she wore this dress in public.

As she stood modeling the dress, she discovered that she could pull the dress�s empire waistband closer to her torso, more accurately portraying her true figure. As a result, the elastic neckline was stretched downward, and would have revealed a prodigious amount of cleavage if she hadn�t been wearing a shirt underneath. She would never appear in public with such an extreme d�colletage, but she darn well wanted to see in private what she�d look like.

After taking off her tee-shirt and tank top, she put the dress back on, adjusting the waist to be as narrow as possible and the neckline as low as possible. Looking up from her primping, a hot flush came over her when she saw her reflection. She was seized by the appearance of her astounding bosom as it undulated half-naked in the mirror. Shocked and mesmerized by the sight of her own colossal breasts, she began playing with them and soon realized that what she was doing belonged on her video.

She adjourned to the den, and after setting up the equipment, resumed dallying with her enormous boobs: pushing them up from underneath, bouncing them, swinging them from side to side, and pulling the neckline all the way down to reveal her huge nipples.

After cavorting for the camera, she shut down the video gear and called Jean. Emily thanked her again for the dress and told her how it fit (both methods). She asked if a girls� day out could be arranged. She hadn�t really been out since the twins were born, and it would give her an opportunity to shop for some much-needed clothing. Jean suggested that coming Saturday: that way Dave could baby-sit the twins, and the ladies could stay out as long as they needed. Of course Toni would have to come along.

As the front door opened, the noise of a neighbor�s lawn mower rose to a crescendo as Emily came in, arms full of various packages and shopping bags. Dave leaned back in his chair so he could see into the foyer.

�Hi, babe! How was it?�

�Hi, honey!� she called as she shut the door behind her. �It was great!� She laughed. �We had a ball!� She came in and set her spoils down on the table. �Whatcha doin�?�

�I�ve been watching the best darn porno flick I�ve ever seen.�

Emily raised her eyebrows and cocked her hip. �Porno flick?�

�Yeah; it�s all about this beautiful girl with the most incredibly humongous tits in the world!�

�What! These aren�t big enough for you?� she demanded, gesturing emphatically at her extraordinary bosom. �What do you want? Weather balloons?�

Dave laughed and motioned for her to sit beside him. She did so reluctantly, a little peeved at her husband at that moment. He pointed the remote at the VCR and said, �Watch.�

The screen spasmed momentarily and then took shape. It was Emily�s video diary.

�That�s what you�ve been watching?� she asked in a more subdued tone.

Dave nodded. �Uh-huh. This is hot! I had to whack off.�

Emily giggled. �You boys. No, this isn�t supposed to be porno, Dave; this is my video! I told you about it. It�s the record I was keeping when my boobs were growing so fast.�

�It would be a great porn video, though. Guys would go nuts if they saw this. You could sell a million copies at a hundred bucks a pop.�

She pointed to the TV where her naked image frolicked, and asked, �You�d be willing to let other men see me like that?�

�Heck, no! No way. This little video here is all mine. Yes, ma�am. It is the sole property of one David R. Townsend.�

�Well, I�m glad you feel that way, but I�m sorry to inform you that this video belongs to me! But you can borrow it any time. Whenever you want to whack off,� she added with a grin.

�I appreciate that. What was it like to go out in public with tits the size of Kansas?�

�Oh, it was fine. I knocked over a display rack with �em, but nothing more exciting than that. No riots or anything. Most people didn�t look at me twice. This dress is good camouflage,� she observed, plucking at the commodious dress that Jean had given her. �Oh! There was one thing that happened. There was this boy � he was in his early teens I guess � I noticed that he was staring at me. He must have figured out what I was hiding. He never got close to me, but he kept following us around the store we were in, trying to stay in the background like a spy. He was harmless, but annoying. So when he wasn�t looking, I ducked behind a rack of dresses He was looking all around for me but I got behind him and snuck up on him. I tapped him on the shoulder and did this.�

Standing up, Emily faced her husband, leaned over, and yanked the front of her dress down until most of her colossal bosom was exposed, including her nipples. Then she shook her huge tits back and forth violently.

Dave�s eyes widened in disbelief. Laughing, he challenged, �You didn�t!�

Emily smiled widely and nodded. �Scared him so bad we never saw him again.�

�He�ll remember that for the rest of his life. You either made a die-hard tit-man out of him right then and there, or he�s gonna be scared of women�s breasts for the rest of his life!�

She laughed and added, �A boobophobe!�

�So are you gonna show me what you bought?�

�There�s no way you can get out of it,� she said as she went to the table and picked up a bag. �Now you just sit there and enjoy your own private showing of Emily�s new clothes. We�ll have to pull the blinds for this.�

�Here, I�ll pull the blinds: you strip!�

She delved into one of her shopping bags and took out a couple of garments on hangers. �You�ll be glad to know I didn�t have to spend a whole lot of money.�

�Thank you.�

�Now these are some real informal tops for me to wear when I�m just out running errands and such,� she said as she took off her dress. Standing before him wearing only shoes and panties, she picked up one of the new tops and slipped her arms through the sleeves. She fastened the buttons, feeling around blindly for the ones that were hidden under her bulky bust. �I got these tops at the fat ladies� store. My bust was too big to fit most of the stuff they had there, but I did find a couple things. This one is long enough to tuck in,� she commented.

Dave never ceased to be amazed by his wife�s extravagantly huge breasts. Somehow, they looked even bigger when she had clothes on. As she leaned over to pick up another blouse, her massive boobs swung and collided within the blouse.

�Did you buy a bra today?� Dave asked.

�Are you kidding? You can�t buy bras this big at a store!�

�But I thought you were going to one of those specialty shops. Where Fred�s wife goes.�

�I did. Even if I�d been ready to buy something, it would have taken a couple of weeks for it to be made. I found out that it�d be almost a hundred dollars to have a bra specially made.�

�What?! A hundred dollars?!�

�That�s what I said. We can�t even think about it until my bust size settles down.�

�You mean when your boobs stop growing?�

�Yeah, and then they�ll get smaller again after I�m through breast feeding. But, the people at this store were able to help me out. After I told them my story, they gave me something to use until I�m ready to be measured. It�s sort of a rubberized halter-top thing. Well here, I�ll show you.�

She took off the blouse she was wearing, again exposing her mammoth tits. She peered into two or three of her shopping bags until she found what she was looking for, and brought out what looked like some kind of orthopedic accessory. It consisted of a large piece of heavy tan material with several adjustable straps hanging from it.

�It�s not very feminine, I know, but beggars can�t be choosers.�

�What the heck is that thing?�

�It�s actually a bra. They custom made it for somebody else, but she ended up not buying it because it�s too weird looking.�

�It fits you but they made it for someone else? There�s another woman with tits as big as yours?�

�They wouldn�t say. They keep that kind of thing confidential. The great thing is that they didn�t charge me anything for it,� she said as she began putting on the bra.

�Really? Well, that makes up for a lot.�

�Uh-huh. Mm, let�s see. I hope I can remember how this goes.�

�Need help?�

�Yeah, come here and hold my boobs.�

�Are you going to need help every time you put this thing on?�

�Nope. I just like it when you hold my boobs,� she answered grinning. �Seriously, I could use your help to figure this out.�

Dave got up and inspected the device, and between them they deduced its workings. One pair of straps went under her breasts and another behind her neck, so the material would clutch her enormous mammaries to her chest. Two other straps fastened at the sides. When the strange brassiere seemed to be correctly secured, Dave stepped back to look at her.

�No wonder the other woman didn�t want it. No offense, hon, but that�s one ugly piece of underwear.�

�Yeah, it is, isn�t it? But it really does give me good support. It�s nice and snug without being restrictive, keeps my great big boobs from bouncing all around...�

�But I like that.�

�I know. Trouble is, so do a lot of other men. Besides, I should never go into a china shop with these tits and no bra.�

�I guess you�re right.�

�Anyway, there are different ways you can wear this.�

�I can?�

�Okay, smart ass. I can wear it low-slung to minimize my bust,� she said as she slid the bottom and side straps as far down as she could, pressing her enormous bosom against her torso. �Or I can wear it way up high like this,� she continued, readjusting the device upward on her chest, �to show off what I�ve got.� In spite of the weird bra�s lack of charm, it did a spectacular job of launching Emily�s immense bosom an astonishing distance from her chest. Dave was stunned by what he saw. It looked as if her tremendous breasts had suddenly grown even bigger.

�Now watch this,� she said with a mischievous look. She unfastened the straps at her sides and began fiddling with the one behind her neck. �Look out below!� she announced as she let go. The bra collapsed and her colossal tits dropped heavily onto her stomach, bouncing and shivering wildly.

Dave sat down like an old man as Emily finished unfastening the bra and took it off. He watched her try on a cavernous nightshirt that stretched easily across her excessive bust with stunning effect. It clung tightly to Emily�s huge breasts, clearly showing their magnificent size and shape as they wiggled enticingly beneath the fabric.

Next she tried on a sky blue cotton knit top which also was made to fit a very stout woman. It was barely big enough in the bust to fit Emily�s giant tits, but yards of material had to be gathered at the waist in order to tuck it in. The neckline was cut daringly low, and the size and weight of her immense breasts pulled the neckline down even lower, flaunting her extravagant cleavage and even revealing the upper arcs of her broad areolae. �I�m only going to wear this one around the house. When I tried it on and saw this,� she said, gesturing to her d�colletage, �I thought you�d appreciate it, so I bought it.�

Dave cleared his throat. �I do appreciate it. This is the best way I know to go completely insane.�

�And I could always put something on underneath it too, if I wanted to wear it in public. Maybe a camisole.�

�Do me a favor?�

�Sure. What?�

�Would you just sort of � lean way over like you�re picking up a pen or something?� he said with a wink.

She smiled and shook a finger at him as if scolding him, but she generously granted his request. She bent at the waist so her huge tits hung straight down, maximizing their outward bulge and highlighting her fantastic cleavage. She began slowly shaking her shoulders so her mammoth breasts rocked and swung cumbrously. Then she grasped the lower portion of her blouse and started gradually pulling it downward, further stretching the neckline to expose more and more of her huge bosom. In a moment her prodigious nipples popped into view, and it wasn�t long before her tremendous boobs slipped out completely, bouncing and wobbling.

�How�s that?� Emily asked.

�Wow!� Dave answered. �You just made my day!�

�I�m glad you enjoyed that,� she said as she waited for her immense knockers to come to a stop. She began grappling with her neckline, trying in vain to pull it up over her bust again. �Oops. I think I got myself in a little trouble here.�

�What�s the problem? Can�t get �em back in?�

�Yeah, and I�m afraid I might tear my new blouse. Can you give me a hand?�

�I don�t know if I will,� Dave answered, stroking his jaw. �They look really good just like that. Why should I help you hide �em again?�

She stood straight and put her hands on her hips. �Because, smart guy, that way you get to hold my tits while I fix myself.�

�Sold!� he exclaimed as he got up from the chair. He put his hands on her fleshy breasts and lifted them so Emily could work with the blouse�s neck. She stretched it out as far as she dared while Dave tried to coax her boobs back inside, but try as they might, they had no success. �I don�t think it�s gonna work, hon. You�re just too big. Can you take your arms out and slip it down instead?�

�Good idea. Let�s see.� It was tight, but she managed to pull her arms out of their sleeves, which allowed the blouse to drop to her feet.

�I wish I�d had that whole thing on video,� Dave commented.

�Get out the camera and I�ll do it again!�

�Great! But I have to warn you, I�m gonna need some intensive penis therapy after all this!�

The twins were six weeks old when Dave came home from work to find his wife squatting on the kitchen floor without a stitch of clothing above her waist, hunched over a large stainless steel mixing bowl. She was holding one of her huge breasts with both hands, squeezing a wide stream of milk into the bowl. He stopped short and watched his beautiful wife wrestle milk out of her enormous wobbling breast. She glanced up at him and grinned sheepishly, but continued working.

�Hi, hon. I didn�t hear you come in,� she said.

�What are you doing?� he asked.

�What does it look like I�m doing? I�m milking myself,� she said with a snicker.

He stared at her dumbfounded. �Why?�

�It helps relieve the pressure in my breasts when I�ve got too much milk. Besides, why do you think Aunt Emily�s Homemade Ice Cream tastes so extra yummy?� she replied proudly as she sat up and thrust out her chest. She wagged her eyebrows and patted her tremendous boobs, causing them to jiggle heavily as her fat nipples tossed droplets of milk here and there.

�You mean all that ice cream we�ve been eating lately was made with your breast milk?� he asked incredulously.

�Sure was. That doesn�t bother you, does it?�

�Uh, no. No, it doesn�t.�

�It took me a while to figure out how to do this,� she explained as she resumed milking herself, �but I�ve got the hang of it now.�

�Can I try?� he asked with a gleam in his eye.

�Sure!� she answered smiling.

He squatted beside her and took her other gigantic breast in both hands. Emily showed him how to coax fluid out of the huge gland and soon he was (as the saying goes) milking it for all it was worth. This success came at the price of a raging erection, but that was a fairly normal state for him, living with his voluptuous tit goddess.

As they both continued milking one massive mammary apiece, the flow of fluid from her huge breasts grew more profuse. It was an incredibly intense sensation for Emily, and she began trembling with ecstasy. Her lactic glands responded to the stimuli by shifting into overdrive, sending torrents of milk through the ducts that opened wide with sexual excitement. Her gigantic tits swelled up to an even greater size until her skin was tight as a drum.

Emily closed her eyes and savored the intense pleasure that washed over her as she and her husband kneaded her tumescent boobs. When Dave mentioned the fact that the big steel bowl was nearly brimming over with Emily�s breast milk, she opened her eyes and squawked. As she got up to find another container, her colossal breasts flailed and swung about ponderously. Swollen to extreme, they continued to spew fluid from her nipples as she hunted through the cabinets. The heavy bouncing and wobbling of her enormous tits sent the streams of liquid squirting from her nipples in spirals. With a loud clatter, she drew out a large soup pot that she held in front of her to catch the squirting milk.

The two streams coming from her nipples were so far apart she could only catch one in the pot, so Dave fetched another large bowl and placed it strategically to receive the other stream. �Listen, this isn�t going to work,� he announced. �We�ve got more milk here than we know what to do with. We can�t fill up every empty bucket in the house!�

�What can I do?�

�I guess you could get in the shower until you stop, uh, leaking.�

�Well, okay. I just hate to waste my milk.�

�I know. But maybe if you stop milking yourself, your body might respond by decreasing its production.�

�Yeah, you might be right. Okay. Would you get me a bath towel from the laundry room? One that hasn�t been washed yet?�

Dave stepped into the utility room, found a towel in a pile on the floor and tossed it to her. She held it against her nipples to catch their lactic overflow and looked at the milk-filled cookware on the floor.

�Go ahead and get your shower, Em. I�ll clean this up.�

�Thanks, hon. There are some jars there on the counter that you can put it in. They�re all washed and ready. And when you�re through with that...�� Dave sighed inwardly, anticipating being given another chore � �...I need you to come up and give me a hand in the shower.�

�Give you a hand? With what?�

As she walked toward the stairway, she called over her shoulder, �I need your help with something.�

In a couple minutes, after bottling his wife�s milk and storing it in the refrigerator, Dave made his way up to their master bath. Through the distortion of the shower door he admired Emily�s spectacularly bosomy figure as she rinsed the milk off her body.

�I�m here. Whatcha need me to do?�

�Come in here for a minute.� To tease her, he played dumb and stepped into the shower still wearing his work clothes. When she opened her eyes and saw him, she laughed at his antic.

�Dave! Come on, take your clothes off!�

�Oh!� he answered with a grin. Without exiting the stall, he removed his work clothes and tossed them out on the top of the laundry hamper.

As he shut the shower door, Emily prompted, �Guess what.�

�What.�

�I went to the doctor today.�

�Uh-huh.�

�He said my breasts were extraordinarily large.�

�And he went to college for twelve years to figure that out?�

�Well, that�s not all he told me,� she said as she moved closer to him and took his penis in her hand. �He also said it�s okay for us to have sex now.�

�Bless him!� He pulled her close to him, and her giant tits slipped around either side of him so he was standing between them. As he gently moved her backward against the wall, he commented, �I hope we have enough hot water. At time like this, the last thing I need is a cold shower.�

Her giggle was interrupted by a passionate kiss. �Oh my,� Emily exclaimed after their lips had parted. Giving a tender squeeze to his erection still in her grasp, she observed, �You sure did get hard fast!�

�The better to fuck you with, my dear,� he answered.

�Now, I�ll have to put you in carefully,� she cautioned.

�Already? You don�t want any more foreplay?�

�We�ve had six weeks of foreplay! Besides, all that milking made me so horny I could tear you to pieces!�

�Be gentle with me,� he said with a wink.

She gasped as she slowly guided him in. �You feel so big inside me!�

�Long time no nookie. Your bun is all shrunk and it makes the wiener seem bigger,� he explained.

�I think you�re all the way in now, aren�t you?�

He chuckled. �About halfway.�

�Good grief! It feels like I�m having sex with a zucchini!�

But with Dave�s gentle persistence, Emily�s body was eventually able to receive him fully. As their lovemaking elevated to fever pitch, Emily�s passionate panting turned into a series of throaty cries. The nipple that Dave was playing with elongated to extravagant length and her fingernails dug into his back.

After several minutes of vehement sex, she suddenly reached past Dave and turned the water off. With a stern look, she announced, �Let�s go to the bed. I want you on top of me. Now!� She guided her bewildered husband out of the shower and to the bed, where she flopped down on her back and spread her legs wide. An outline of water spots surrounded her astonishing body.

This position afforded Dave increased penetration, and as he mounted her, she moaned with delight. He had never been on top of her naked since her breasts had grown so incredibly huge. It was exhilarating to feel such an enormous volume of breast flesh under him, pressing against his own bare chest. The sensation kept him rock hard as he made love to Emily, and he hoped he�d be able to last long enough to satisfy her.

He needn�t have worried. The long abstinence from vaginal sex heightened the pleasure of finally doing it, and she was having a glorious time. She had already climaxed once in the shower, and was closing in on number two.

As Dave continued to make love to her, he began tonguing one of her big nipples. He dearly wanted to fully suck on it, but refrained for fear of starting up Em�s lactation again. It happened to be just what his wife needed to achieve another orgasm.

This time he knew. She shrieked joyously and clutched him to her passionately, continuing to respond to his thrusts. Her implicit coaxing kept him working on her until she came a third time. With that she was finally satiated, and lay back in abandon.

As she lay relaxed, he very slowly moved in and out of her, both to heighten her pleasure and to act as a gentle reminder that it wasn�t over yet. �Get on top of me,� he asked.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Dave got to his knees and helped her sit up, and then they traded positions. She guided his rigid member inside her and sat on it fully, straddling him. Her immense breasts swung ponderously and dropped onto his face as she leaned over him. The last time they were in this position, it had placed her modest breasts in a position that was easy for Dave to reach up and play with them. Now it put her massive tits on either side of his head. Emily adjusted her position by sitting up so they dangled just over his chest.

Dave grasped her enormous breasts and caressed them zealously. He rolled them this way and that, hefted them, bounced them, stroked them and buried his face in their softness. Playing with such a huge pair of tits was so much fun he almost hated to climax, but such giant mammary fun made it inevitable. His body jerked when he came, and the pleasure was so intense that the orgasm happened in two waves.

As he lay basking in satisfaction, Emily eased her enormous boobs down onto his chest. �I don�t think I�ve ever been hornier in my life,� she observed as he gently stroked the wide flank of her massive bosom.

�You?� he said with a laugh.

�Yes, me! It�s been six long weeks!�

�Tell me about it! I spent six long weeks just looking at you all the time! Miss Fantasy Boobs.�

Emily chuckled. �Well, you won�t have to abstain any more. Just let me know you�re in the mood and these big mamas will be right out to play with you!�

In the weeks to come, the phenomenal growth of Emily�s gigantic breasts eventually leveled out at a whopping 99 inches! She was somewhat disappointed to have come so close to a 100-inch bust measurement and yet not attain it, but a 99-inch bosom was not a bad second place.

When the twins were old enough to begin eating solid food, Emily prepared herself psychologically for a decrease in her goliath bosom. She had grown comfortable with such amazingly enormous tits, and she really didn�t want to go back to having just a moderate bustline. She was delighted when, contrary to what everyone had told her would happen, her breasts did not significantly decrease in size when her milk finally stopped flowing. Her doctor was as mystified by this as he was by the extravagant growth of her breasts to begin with. Having lost only two inches in her bust, her measurements turned out to be 97-24-36!

With Emily�s figure finally stabilized, she was eager to have some clothes made for her unique body, but the cost of custom tailoring was considerable. She didn�t want to deplete their limited funds, nor did she want to worry Dave with her fashion needs.

After much consideration, she made a bold move. Without Dave�s knowledge, she took out an advertisement in a national big-boob magazine. It was a simple little ad that offered copies of her video diary for sale. The ad showed a thumbnail photo of Emily topless, with a brief explanation of how she had become so exceedingly busty, and what the video showed.

A few weeks after placing the ad, orders started coming in � slowly at first, but soon all her solitary free time was spent dubbing her video from the camera to a VHS cassette. Though the production quality was obviously homemade, she never got a single complaint from a customer, and for a long time to come, the video brought Emily the extra money she needed for special clothes.

The video that she sold to the public didn�t included the footage Dave took of her in public that summer. They went on a long weekend at the beach, leaving the twins with her parents. The afternoon of their first day there, Emily finally talked Dave into helping her with it.

With the camcorder on a tripod for stability, he focused on Emily, standing a hundred feet down the boardwalk wearing a floral beach robe to camouflage her huge bosom. When he was ready to tape, he waved at her and pushed the red button. She responded by starting down the stairs to the beach. When she�d found a good spot, she set her things down and took off the robe, revealing her astoundingly busty, bikini-clad figure. The bikini was black and brief. Though it had been put together from two different swimsuits, the pieces went together very well and Emily felt sure no one would notice. In truth, upon seeing her there on the sand with almost nothing covering her gigantic breasts, not a single person who saw her gave much thought to her swimsuit.

For the first several seconds, no one paid any attention to her as she set up the folding chair and laid out her book, sunscreen, and a small cooler. Not a head turned, as people went about absorbed in their own fun without a thought for the strangers around them. Emily decided she was being too timid, and decided to move her things closer to the water where there were more people. The mere act of dragging the chair and her armload of stuff was enough to attract the attention she wanted. Young men elbowed each other and pointed; older men watched secretly so their wives wouldn�t notice; grown women gasped and young girls giggled.

It proved to be rather difficult to catch their reactions, because that required the camera to be focused and framed at the moment the subject noticed Emily�s tremendous boobs. By the time Dave had gotten the best footage he expected he could expect, guys were beginning to hit on his wife, so he quickly decided it was time for him to join her.

A handsome young man with nicely bronzed muscles was singing his own praises to Emily while eyeing her immense tits. Gathering his things, Dave stepped down from the boardwalk and began walking toward them. Mr. Macho was deeply absorbed in his monologue when a Frisbee whacked him in the side of the head. He reared up and looked around angrily for the source, but saw no likely culprit. There was some guy approaching, but his head was down and his arms were loaded down with the stuff he was carrying.

�Hi, hon!� the guy said.

Emily turned. �Hey, sweetheart!�

Before Dave could set his gear down, the beach boy abandoned his attempt and stalked away. �Who was that?�

She giggled. �I don�t know. He sure thought he was a Cool Dude, though. By the way, Dave, that�s our Frisbee, isn�t it?�

�Yep.�

She laughed. �My hero! How�d you do that without him knowing it was you?�

�That long Frisbee hang time allowed me to pick up my stuff again and look innocent before it hit him.�

Her laughter escalated. �Well, it was clearly a case of brains prevailing over Brylcreem.�

�I don�t know about �brains�... lucky timing would be more like it.�

Before setting up his chair next to hers, he handed her the camcorder. As he got himself settled, she wound the tape back and watched.

�I love the expression on this woman�s face. It looks like she�s never seen tits before.�

�None like yours, that�s for sure.�

After enjoying the sand and surf for a while, they packed up and headed back toward their motel, walking down the boardwalk past the shops and knots of fun seekers on parade. Up ahead they saw a crowd gathered around some kind of stage and they could hear somebody speaking over a public address system.

Upon approaching the fray, they saw that it was a bikini contest put on by a sun tan lotion manufacturer. Normally Emily would have dismissed the spectacle as sleazy and immediately dragged Dave away from the vicinity, but she surprised him this time. Pointing at the stage with her head, she asked, �What do you think?�

Dave looked at her blankly. �About what?�

�About me entering this contest!� she exclaimed.

�Oh! Really? You would? Uh, yeah � go for it!�

�Great! Here hold my stuff.� Emily piled her things into his arms and walked toward the platform. Dave shifted everything around in order to get out the camcorder and have it at the ready.

There was a fat guy standing with his arms folded, blocking the stairs up to the stage. He was holding a clipboard and looked official.

�Excuse me, sir?�

�Yeah?�

�Hi. Can you tell me � do contestants have to register in advance, or is this an open contest?�

�Anyone who wants to get on stage is welcome. Are you � uh � wearing a swimsuit under your robe?� he asked, eyeing her bulk questioningly.

�Sure am,� she said, sweeping it off and revealing her staggering figure.�

�Holy shit! Excuse me, ma�am. You sure can enter! Just give me your name.�

�Emily Townsend.�

�Okay,� the man said as he scribbled. �I�ll get the rest later. You just folla me.� The man climbed the wooden stairs with Emily behind him, motioning to her where to stand in the line of young beauties as he conferred with the emcee.

A murmur arose from the audience as people began noticing the woman with the enormous tits. The crowd grew as passers-by no longer passed by, but lingered instead, staring incredulously at her. Dave caught some of their shocked comments with the microphone of his camcorder as he taped what was happening on stage.

The number of beautiful, scantily clad young women on the platform was almost 20, some of them displaying very generous bosoms. But no one, not even the other contestants, could tear their eyes away from Emily�s colossal bust. When it came her turn to be introduced, Emily stepped to the front of the stage, her massive boobs wobbling and swaying. Most of the audience cheered wildly, though some just stared in silent disbelief.

Later, when the judges consulted to select a winner, it was decided not to give Emily first prize despite the sensation she had caused, because they were afraid of turning the advertising event into a �circus�. It didn�t bother Emily, though. Such exposure could easily snowball, and notoriety was not something she desired. All she wanted was to turn a few heads and blow some minds. In that endeavor, she had found overwhelming success.

Dave sat in the den, watching a Sunday afternoon baseball game on TV as the twins sat on the floor beside him playing with blocks. Emily walked in the room wearing shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Dave looked up from the game, never tiring of watching his lovely wife�s immense bosom bounce and shake whenever she moved. She sat down on the couch facing him and began unbuttoning her top. This got his attention, and he immediately sat up in his chair. �Whatcha doin�?� Dave asked.

�Unbuttoning my blouse,� she replied quietly.

�Okay. Why?�

�I have something to show you.�

�You sure do.�

�And it�s not big tits, either.�

�I didn�t think it was possible to get anything else in there except your big tits.�

�Sure it�s possible. Watch.� She unfastened the last button and opened the front of her blouse for him. �As you can see, in addition to my big tits I have a big brassiere.�

�Ah, yes.�

�But that�s not all. Look closely at this big brassiere, sir, and you may see a clue as to what I actually want to show you.�

Dave studied the huge bra carefully, trying not to be distracted by Emily�s gigantic bosom bulging out over its seams and straining at its hooks. �Is this an old bra?�

�Nope. One of my newest.�

�The one you had made at that shop? The one you were so happy with?�

She nodded.

�It shrank in the wash, huh?�

�No, but you�re getting closer.�

�I give up.�

She grinned at him as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders and started unhooking her commodious brassiere. After wrestling with it for several seconds, it finally popped open with a snap, releasing her colossal tits. Dangling heavily from her torso, her huge bare breasts undulated hypnotically as she reached into the pocket of her shorts and handed him a tape measure.

�Ah, bust measurement time! We haven�t done this in a while. Hey, this isn�t our regular tape. Oh, it goes up to 120 inches! Cool!�

Smiling, Emily thrust out her mammiferous chest and Dave began wrapping the tape around its broad girth. He brought the ends together, adjusted it, and drew it snug. He frowned as he examined the result.

�Whatcha got, hon?� she asked slyly.�

�A hundred and five inches, it says. Can that be right?�

�As a matter of fact, it is. Remember how tight my bra was?�

�Oh! You�re telling me your boobs are getting bigger again! That�s amazing! Em, you broke 100! But how can that be?�

�You know how much bigger my breasts grew right after I first got pregnant?�

�Yeah � and then after the twins were born they got super big,� he added, gazing at her tremendous dangling tits.

�Uh-huh. Well, honey, Doctor Davis says I�m pregnant again.�

Dave looked Emily in the eye and sat silently absorbing this new information as she waited for his response with her giant bare breasts undulating gravidly.

�Well,� he stated calmly, �We may have to widen the doors around here.�