Thank you to everyone that voted. Roughly 40 out of 42 responses voted, and I've done my best to incorporate the top three winning storycodes. I've also tried to take most of the other feedback into account as well in deciding how the story should unfold. Below is the result. Instructions on voting for Chapter 3 are provided at the bottom after the story :) As always this material contents erotic literature centered around breast expansion and other fetishes and one shouldn't read it if they're are mature of mind enough to handle it :p ================================================================= Chapter 2. Caroline walked through her living room and past the opening to the kitchen where her parents were eating. "I'm home!" She chirped as she walked past. Her father looked up at his daughter as she walked up the stairs. He turned to face Caroline's mother whom was washing dishes at the sink. "Karen, does Caroline seem different to you?" "I hadn't really noticed. Why Harold?" Karen had only glanced passively as Caroline passed by. "I don't know. She just seemed, well, different somehow." Harold couldn't quite figure it out. Was it the way she had walked? Was it how her breasts had bounced? He had noticed her shirt certainly didn't fit properly for a girl her age with endowments of her size. He hadn't really thought about it before, but Caroline really did seem to dress herself in shirts and clothes that were really meant for a thinner girl. It really was strange. Harold looked over at Karen washing the dishes. She was a thin pale woman with raven black hair. Even in middle age she hadn't really put on much weight, and it was only after she had given birth to Caroline that she even developed much of any breasts at all. Harold really hadn't ever thought about it before, but he wasn't quite sure whose genes had contributed to Caroline's rather impressive bust. Harold shook his head. It wasn't proper to think about his own daughter's breasts. All he really should be worrying about is the rather skimpy nature her clothes had taken on. "I think it's clothes Karen. A girl her age shouldn't be wearing clothes so small that they don't properly button in front. I don't want to crimp her style among her friends, but that blouse she was wearing just now is just not right." "I'll talk to her after the dishes dear." Karen thought about it. Her daughter certainly had been wearing clothes far too small for her, especially considering that chest. Yet she couldn't really understand why it had never occurred to her to mention it before. * * * As Tom walked towards the fountain he scrounged through his pockets for several coins and held them in his palm. The waters of the fountain were still and reflected the faintest light from the newly risen moon. It was bright enough to see his own reflection in the water including his short spiked hair. He stood there deep in thought for a long time, thinking over many desires and wishes. He wanted to be precise. He wanted to be accurate. He scratched the stubble on his chin, and after a long while he finally made up his mind and tossed three coins into the fountain. The still water rippled and waves of moonlight danced before his hazel eyes. * * * Caroline sat in her room fiddling with a nightshirt. It was becoming a most cumbersome nightmare. The buttons simply wouldn't close. The moment she got a couple done, one would undo just as she started work on the third. Her breasts were simply too large to comfortable close the shirt. What was annoying her the most was how it had never seemed to be an issue before. In fact lots of things had been odd this evening. Her clothes didn't feel right, her body was bouncing and swaying in ways that seemed cumbersome, and overall there was general a sense of things being off. It's almost as if she'd never lived with breasts or an ass this big before. Except the notion was silly; of course she had done so. She remembered growing this big during her early teens. Her memory just seemed a little fuzzy on the details, which was also odd. A warm and almost tingling sensation permeated her breasts and cooed silently to herself. She thought that struggling with her nightshirt had begun to tease and stimulate her nipples more than she was comfortable with. She tried to remember how she had dealt with these large breasts when she played volleyball in high school. She didn't recall them getting in the way, yet she didn't own any bras, either sports or any other kind. That was another odd thing. Her breasts were incredibly firm, but why hadn't she ever bought herself a bra for them regardless? It didn't seem like it was in her nature to be so... so... well un-shy about her body. She wasn't the kind of person to be flaunting herself. She had always shied away from it, hadn't she? Exasperated with struggling with her nightshirt Caroline fell backwards on to the bed. The warm sensation was growing in her breasts and she thought that it would cease if she stopped rubbing the fabric over them. Her puffy areolas were darkening, and her skin was tingling now all over them. What was this sensation? Deep inside her chest a variety of tissues, milk ducts, and fat cells began to increase in quantity. "Ungh" Caroline's breasts were feeling incredibly hot and the skin had become redder. Grabbing each tit in her hands she moaned as the mounds of flesh began swelling in size. * * * Outside the room her mother Karen was climbing the stairs. Karen wasn't quite sure what she'd say to Caroline about her taste in wardrobe, but obviously she had to say something. Stopping just short of Caroline's door Karen suddenly found herself feeling confused. Her head was going fuzzy and she began having difficulty remembering why she had come upstairs. * * * Inside the room Caroline was squirming around on her bed sheets. The skin of her breasts was growing tight as each D-Cup began fattening up into an orb that was quite beyond any reasonable bra size. The bumpy surface of each areola tightened and stretched along with the growing expanse of flesh. Her fingers spread apart as the bulk they struggled to contain grew beyond her grasp. Within moments she was kneading soft breasts the size of cantaloupes. The sensation was intense and the heat filled her torso. It permeated down along her spine and while she twisted and teased her nipples in pleasure, she felt the same warmth flowing in to her ass. "Ooooh, OH!" She clenched her thighs together as the heat inflamed her nethers and washed backwards into the soft tissue of her ass. She felt the small of her back rise gently in to the air as her ass fattened and rounded into a larger pair of orbs. Her hip bones grew and extended until they were several inches wider than her petite shoulders. Her ass continued to plump up to fill the new space on the frame of her hips. She felt as if her lower torso was being elevated by two small couch pillows. Eventually the heat began to cool. She felt the skin across her tight breasts soften and ease up into a less taught texture. As it did so her breasts began to lose their overly spherical shape and began to flatten out into larger but more natural forms. Laying on her back as she was she could easily feel them spreading out across her chest. It was difficult to gauge their size. She imagined them like two basketballs that had deflated slightly and now simply filled the space between her upper arms, chin, and all of her ribs. As she sat up she felt the cold air teasing across her nipples making the already bumpy texture of her areolas more pronounced. She pulled on her night shirt and easily closed the buttons in front. She looked down at the garment. The night shirt was oversized enough to easily accommodate her incredibly large breasts. The upper portion of the shirt was generous in it's cut while the lower portion was less so, causing it to help uplift her breasts when properly buttoned. However the neckline of the shirt was quite low, exposing over half a foot of cleavage and she noticed the dark texture of her areola's peeking an inch or so over the edge of the fabric. Memories shifted and she couldn't understand why a moment ago she had been having so much difficulty buttoning the shirt. She'd obviously always purchased shirts and clothes that could fit her unusually large bust. Hadn't she? * * * Beyond the door Karen herself was feeling bewildered. She knew there had been a reason why she came upstairs. Something about clothes? She honestly couldn't remember. Turning around she returned to the downstairs to spend the rest of the evening with Harold. * * * Caroline meanwhile couldn't shake the feeling that something odd was going on. She remembered coming home from her evening out with Todd, coming upstairs, and for some reason having difficulty with her nightshirt. Then several moments later she simply felt... wonderful; even Horny. Her breasts had simply felt so amazing in a way she couldn't ever recall. With a quick step over to her closet she began to inspect her clothes. There were XXXL t-shirts, a few oversized sports jerseys from her Volleyball days, the prom dress with the ridiculously low-cut off the shoulder top that had her nipples almost popping out of it every minute of her Prom. Tom had loved it, but she had felt super self-conscious about it at the time. Even just looking at the dress made her feel regretful that she hadn't been more open to Tom on their Prom night. They had made out in his car, and it was the first time she had really let him feel her up, but no further. She pulled out a pair of slacks which she had bought at a specialty women's tailor shop. The kind of place that custom hemmed pants for girls with larger cabooses. Yet she was having trouble remembering which shop she'd bought the pants from. In fact, lots of the clothes in her closet felt as if she was viewing them for the first time. Some of them she knew she had owned for years and yet for some reason they looked different. Caroline wondered what the opposite of Deju Vu was. As she searched her clothes she found a black casual dress that she had worn on special occasions with Tom. Instinctively she thought she had remembered it being a high collar sleeveless dress with a lower hemline that went down below her knees. Yet as she held up the garment she also felt doubly certain that it had always possessed a larger plunging neckline with thin shoulder straps and a somewhat higher cut on her legs. Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to slip in to it. Fitting into it was an unusual experience. She didn't seem to have the muscle memory for pulling the tight fitting garment up over her bubbly derriere or for settling her pendulous breasts into the shaped front that had been tailored with built in support for their size. She knew she had worn this dress many times in the past, yet when she turned to look at her reflection in the closet door mirror it was as if she was seeing herself for the first time. The top of the dress supported her breasts such that they were rounder and more befitting their basketball size. Her breast flesh jiggled with every sharp turn she made to examine each side of her figure. Over half a foot of her pale cleavage was proudly displayed before disappearing into the neckline. The hem of her neckline only barely covered the tops of her saucer sized areola and she found herself constantly readjusting them every few moments just to keep them hidden from view. The top hem along her back began just below her shoulder blades, and the lower hem of the dress reached down to just above her knees. The feel of the air on her back and legs was not what she was expecting. She knew the dress had always been this way, and yet it felt new to her. She couldn't quite recall ever looking this curvy or feeling this dress to be so tight across her ass before. Perhaps she had been eating too much fast food. Her ass seemed to jiggle and bounce like a stripper’s. She'd had such a round and large posterior for years, yet the lewd sensations of her quaking buttocks were still somehow unfamiliar to her. As she adjusted the top of the dress for what seemed like the thousandth time to hide her areolas, she noticed how they began to feel warmer. Pulling gently on the dress top to expose the bumpy surface of the reddish pink skin, she couldn't help but think that perhaps it was growing darker... and puffier... and there was now a sensation of fullness filling her breasts. Before her eyes she watched her areola's reflection become darker in color, going from dark pink to red to maroon to almost purplish. Her nipples became sore and stiff to the degree that she pulled the rest of her dress top down just enough to let the fat nubs be exposed to the cool air. Her nipples were dark and hard, like the tips of pinky fingers poking out in to the air. Her breasts seemed to swell again, but this time there was a slight yet pleasured achiness to the sensation. She felt the aches from her arm pits and all through her breasts as they engorged themselves larger and larger. Her dress seemed to shift as well. The supporting cups increased in size, helping to keep her breasts aloft in the form of a giant rack of tit-flesh. The hem line along the back began to plunge downwards until at last it ended just above her round ass. Her entire back exposed her pale delicate skin. The lower hem of the dress seemed to ride upwards, exposing inch after inch of creamy thighs until at last it stopped just below her hips, and only a couple inches away from indecency. As the swelling continued she felt her breasts warming and the aching protruded in to her nipples. Her deep purple areolas stood out in great contrast against the pale milky tone of the rest of her skin. Her breasts grew until her hands were effectively holding tits the size of small beach balls with dark areolas stretching out as wide as dinner plates. She felt the bumpy texture of them crinkle up even more as tissues inside her breasts tensed and the entire expanse of purplish areola skin puffed outward. At the center of these swelling peaks her nipples fattened into the girth of two large thumbs, and when the warmth invaded them she instinctively grabbed at them with both hands. The aching sensations converged on her tender nipples as she began to squeeze them between her finger tips. In seconds her hands were wet and covered in a milky liquid. Her breasts were full and heavy with immense quantities of milk and all she could do was squeeze and pull on those fat nipples, covering her entire front with her body's own cream. As urgent as the sensations were they were also becoming therapeutic. Every squeeze of her tender nipples provided a sense of addicting relief. Every drop of milk she expressed encouraged her to release even more. Dropping to her knees she bent forward and allowed her heaving breasts to hang a little while she pulled downwards on her thickened nipples. She began to equate the milking motion of her hands with the motion of jacking off a pair of cocks. She felt her panties moisten and the drops of her feminine juices leaking down the inside of her thighs. God she was horny. All she wanted to do suddenly was milk herself silly while getting off. She alternated her hands between her nipples and nethers. With one palm she squeeze out streams of milk on to the carpet while the other one squeezed and played with her labia inside her underwear. Yet this proved too ineffective as she desperately craved to play with both nipples and her pussy. Standing up she caught a glance of a pair of milk pumps on her night stand. She remembered how she been using them for years to take care of her unrelenting milk supply and wondered why she hadn't already grabbed for them. Hurrying over to the bedside she grabbed the two pumps and turned them over in her hands. The wheels in her head whirled as she tried to remember how to use them. After several clumsy moments she managed to find the power switch and the knobs for the settings. It was so bizarre that she was having trouble remembering how to work them. Shrugging her shoulders absentmindedly she merely chalked up to another one of those rather odd bits of confusion she'd been having this evening. She would think more on it later, but right now the aching supply of milk in her breasts begged too much to be ignored over such trivial concerns. She fitted each pump one at a time over her nipples. The pumps were larger than most milk pumps, yet even they had to suck her nipples into openings that that were slightly smaller than the nubs of flesh. The wide disk of the rest of the fixture only covered a fraction of Caroline's oversized areolas. Flicking the switch on the first pump immediately provided relief as the on and off suction of the pump emulated an infants own suckling nature. Her milk squirted out into the oversized reservoir. Quickly Caroline fitted the second pump to her left breast, and with the sensation of her milk supply being consistently released through her engorged nipples, she closed her eyes and laid backwards. Her fat breasts flattened out a little bit, covering her torso from her neck to her navel. Even her arms were overshadowed by the flesh as she reached down along her sides and with both hands began playing with her pussy. The pumps worked noisily on top of her mountains while her fingers furiously plunged into her wet entrance. One hand inserted fingers and made come-hither motions against her insides while the other hand rubbed circles around her clit with her middle finger. Her pussy exploded with orgasm after orgasm; gushing her juices over her fingers and soaking the bedspread beneath her hips. She clenched her ass cheeks with each climax and thrust her hips in to the air as her nethers convulsed in pleasure. Her massive breasts shook and quaked enough that several times she had to reattach the pumps. The sensation of releasing her milk and fingering herself was simply beyond anything she could recall experiencing. All she wanted was to cum again and again like a horny cow in heat. * * * Tom sat on the edge of the fountain, holding a few remaining coins in his hands. He had spent the last hour there, simply thinking things over and wondering what else he could wish for if indeed the wishes he had just made had come true. He almost jumped out of his skin when his cell phone rang. Fumbling in his pocket he pulled it out and answered "Hello?" "Tom? It's me." Caroline's voice sent pleasant shivers up his spine. "Oh, hi there. I was actually, uh, just thinking about you." In oh so many ways. "You were? And what were you thinking pray tell?" she asked in a teasing tone. Tom looked over his shoulder at the fountain. "Just... things. Anyways, what's up? Why the late call?" Caroline bit her lip. She wasn't even really sure herself why she was calling. "Well, it's a little hard to explain. The evening has just seemed kind of off." She looked sideways at the half filled reservoirs of her breast pumps. The aching in her breasts had finally eased up enough to think more clearly, or at least as clearly as she had been able to manage to all evening. "Off in what way?" Tom's heart skipped a beat as he wondered if his wishes had come true. "I'm not really even sure. My memory has been kind of fuzzy for some reason, and it seems like I've just been awfully clumsy. For instance, I'm having trouble using my pumps correctly." "Your... high heels?" "Not those pumps silly, the breast pumps." Tom hesitated for a moment, filled with eagerness to confirm his suspicion but not wanting to sound too odd either. "What's, um, wrong with them?" "Well, I don't really think there's anything wrong with them. It's just that it feels like it's the first time I've used them. It's awkward." She didn't dare mention how turned on and horny she was from using the pumps, or how she didn't understand why she hadn't been more prepared for how pleasurable an experience it was despite knowing that she had to have been through it countless times before. Her left hand was idly stroking her nethers while thinking of Tom on the other end of the phone. "I was wondering if I could come over and... maybe get some help with them?" It felt daring to ask that question, but she was sooo horny. At the moment pure lust was winning out over her shy and reserved nature. Tom could feel the blood bring a blush to his face. "Actually I'm not at home. I'm at the mall." Caroline scrunched her face up in confusion. "The mall? The stores are closed, why are you there?" Shifting uneasily in his stance Tom felt uncomfortable and unsure of himself. "I'm, uh, well, I'm making wishes." "Making wishes?" "Yeah." Tom looked over his shoulder. "In the fountain." "Is that some sort of metaphor?" Caroline wondered if she was missing some obvious reason or if Tom was simply being some kind of joker. "No. I'm really just, well I'm just tossing coins in the fountain." Tom felt pretty foolish saying it out loud. "You know? For wishes." Despite her confusion Caroline couldn't help but find his embarrassment at least a little curious and adorable. "Dare I ask what you are wishing for?" Tom felt his voice catch in his throat. Would she believe him even if he told her the truth or would she just think he was being silly? Would it be worse if she did believe him? "Tom? Are you still there?" Tom inhaled. "Yes, I'm still here. I, uh..." He decided to go for broke. After all he could always wish things back to the way they had been. "I was actually wishing that you had bigger breasts." Tom waited for her reply. Though he couldn't see it, Caroline was raising an eyebrow in perplexed contemplation. "Tom, my breasts are already gigantic." This was going to be tricky. "Well, actually Caroline," Tom took a deep breath, "You only have gigantic breasts because I wished for them." Ok, now she was going to think he's nuts. "Tom I'm pretty sure I would know if I suddenly grew these things. I've had virginal breast hypertrophy since I started puberty." Somewhere in the back of her head though was a sense of worry, the kind of worry that makes one think whether Virginal Breast Hypertrophy was a phrase they had honestly known before this moment. Things had seemed rather off this evening regarding her chest, and it was enough to grow a little bit of doubt in her mind. Tom broke her out of her thoughts, "I'm serious. Come over to the Mall and I'll show you." Caroline thought it a strange request, but she wanted to see him so badly that she wasn't going to waste much more thought on it. * * * Without even changing out of her black dress Caroline dashed downstairs and asked her parents for the keys to the car and asked if it'd be alright to spend the night at Tom's. Her mother agreed and quickly Caroline left. Harold turned to his wife, "Are you sure it's alright for a girl her age to be spending the night at her boyfriend's?" Karen smirked, "Honey, they've been dating for what? Two years now? If that boy hasn't deflowered our daughter yet then we should probably be concerned about him being gay." * * * Fitting in to the driver's seat of the family Subaru was somewhat challenging. Caroline's mother was a waif of a woman and drove with the seat far forward, but Caroline had far too much chest to fit between the wheel and back rest. Such was the challenge of growing up with a mammary disorder like hers. She pushed the seat far back and sat down. Instantly she realized that in her hurry to leave she had forgotten to put on underwear and now her nearly bare bottom was resting on the seat cushion. She felt the side of the car and the side of the center seat compartment pressing against her unusually wide hips. It was a tight squeeze to be sure. Caroline fiddled with the seat controls. She noticed she was sitting high in the driver's chair. Her fat cushy ass was forcing her torso higher up in the seat than most women's posteriors would have. Her breasts rested in her lap with the dress only barely covering her up past her areola's. Anyone looking in at an angle from the driver's side window would see only an expanse of breast flesh and cleavage with little indication that anything else was being worn. Her arms circled around and gripped the steering wheel. She felt incredibly compacted in to the seat with her breasts pressed up between her arms and her hips rigidly held in place. That all-too-annoying feeling returned that somehow despite all common sense this felt like the first time she was driving the car with a body this endowed. She started the car and began her drive to the mall. Every turn of the steering wheel seemed to tease her nipples. After several minutes she felt the achiness in her breasts again and she just hoped that she'd get to the mall before her breasts released a load of milk into her dress. It also didn't help that the vibrations of the car seemed to travel through the fat of her ass and make her labia squelch together. She worried her pussy would soak the driver's seat before long. In the distance Tom waited for his girlfriend to arrive. TO BE CONTINUED...