A DAY IN THE LIFE...

I awoke to silence. Taking a glance at my clock, I noticed the time. 7:00. 

I drift back to sleep.

This time, I hear birds. Laying there, I gathered myself, and looked at my clock again. 8:00. 'Yeah, that sounds like a good time'. Propping myself onto my shoulders, then to a completely seated position, I sat there for a moment, in silence, mustering up the energy. Shards of light splintered through my blinds. I yawned, then smiled.

Time for another day.

Breakfast. I pull out a bagel and pop it into the toaster. Still silent in my apartment. Mom's at work most likely. Better check on June. I leave the kitchen and head back down the hall, looking into the bedroom adjacent to my room.

“Doing alright June?” I saw a little thumbs up pop up from the other side of her bed. 'She must be playing with the cat'. I thought. “What do you want for breakfast?” I heard her scurry onto her bed. 

“Waffles?” Her young, energetic voice asked. I nodded. 

“You got it.” I head back to the kitchen and finish up my own meal, then start hers. She follows me out into the dining room, and climbs her way onto one of the chairs. I smile at her from the kitchen. “Almost done.” She smiles back, and continues to kick her legs out energetically from her. 

I bring out her breakfast, and place it in front of her. “There you are. Breakfast fit for a...10 year old, I guess.” She giggles, and begins pouring syrup onto both of her waffles. I sit and eat my bagel. We're both quiet for a while. She tells me about some things at school. Its a weekend today, for her anyway. 

I finish up and head into the shower. I stood there for a while, breathing in the steam of the room, letting it clear out my sinuses for a bit. With the rest of the morning routine done, I head back out into the living room. June and I sit and watch some kid shows for a while. I scroll the internet on my laptop while she watches whatever programs may be on. Hours pass, then I hear the door unlock. I look up from my laptop and begin setting it aside.

The door swings open lightly, and a woman in her late forties walks in. She was squat and stocky, with short brown hair and glasses. I approach her and greet her at the door.

“Hey mom.”

“Hey hun. Hello June.” She said enthusiastically at my little sister. I could hear the fatigue in her voice.

“How was work?”

“Tiring.” She put plainly. “I'm gonna take a bath real quick. Relax the muscles. I'll be out to cook dinner.” Both June and I thanked her, and she made her way to the restroom. I looked at the clock.

4:00. About an hour left.

After around 20 minutes, she comes back out and whips up something real quick from the kitchen. Reheated mac and cheese from last night. Its about all we had that wasn't already frozen. I was still adjusting to all this. June had scurried back into her room, so mom and I could talk for a moment, alone. I helped her wash the dishes.

“I really appreciate you staying here until I get something figured out.”

“Its no problem mom.”

“I feel awful, pulling you outta college like that-”

“You shouldn't. I can go to school anytime, alright? This is important. I didn't think Grandma would go that quick either.”

“The money really helps, hun. Until we get all of this...insurance nonsense figured out.”

“Like I said, its no problem. I mean it.”

“I really am sorry.” She said, keeping her eyes on the dishes.

“For what?”

“Well...I keep you here now. All the freedom you could've had-”

“Its fine, mom, really. I get out when I can. Its not forever, too. Just...for now. I don't mind being with you...and June. And looking after her while you're out. I'll do it for however long I need to. Its ok.” My mother nodded and smiled, still cleaning dishes as I put some more away. I looked at the clock. “Gotta get ready for work. I'll see you when I get home, alright?”

“Alright hun, don't work yourself too hard.” I laughed a bit.

“I'll try not to. Knowing that place, I won't have much of a choice.”

After getting my uniform on, a tan collared shirt with some black work pants, I headed out the door to the bus stop. After a brisk walk in the spring air, and a short wait on the side of the street, I boarded the bus and looked around.

'Man, man, older woman. Nothing special.' My brain seemed to automatically think. I took notice to everyone on the bus, then settled and sat, listening to my iPod while it drove to its next destination. It stopped and let on more passengers. I looked up. 'Man, man...ooh.' A thin, young woman got on. Long brown hair, wearing a short denim jacket over a tight black tank top. Nothing special up there. But down below was another story. Some nice black tights that went up to slightly above her waist. Showed off her nice, tight bottom quite well. I took a peek before she sat, and looked away as if I hadn't noticed. I glanced over at her a few more times during the bus ride. She was cute. I would've said something if I had had the guts.

The bus finally had made its way to my destination, and I disembarked, taking one last glance at the girl I had kept an eye on during the bus ride. 'If only'. I thought to myself, and continued my way to my job.

Retail isn't exactly something you can get excited over. After a while, it just gets sort of mundane and repetitive. Like this story so far.

But once in a while, you get a curve ball, and those days are the best. Or the worst, depending on the type of curve ball, that is. I went to the back, got my apron, then began recovering the store. If you ever wondered how things are put back on the shelves, placed neatly up for the next day, hung up on pegs, and picked up off the floor...well, that was my job. Four or five days a week, every night, I put back together half of a store. The store isn't really that large, its about as big as any other little corner store. It was still a bitch to keep clean. After a year and a half of doing it, it wasn't exactly challenging. Just boring. Dreadfully boring. 

But the things I looked out for, to brighten up my day, were the women. Every so often you'd get a nice, young woman with some excellent looking curves, whether it be on top, or on their bottom.

Anyways, I was just in my store, in the medicine aisle, putting up various allergy and headache pill boxes back onto the shelves, when I notice a woman come down the aisle on the opposite side, looking at cosmetics. Wearing loose sweatpants and a tight grey shirt, I don't think much of it. Just continued what I was doing, sneaking a few looks back, wanting to see what she looked like. The long, curly hair of hers obscured her face. Until she turned to the other side. Goddamn, was I caught off guard. I nearly stumbled onto the floor from my crouched position.

This young woman was stacked. DDs, at least. Her tight grey shirt was screaming, the seams seemed like they were struggling to hold together. Cleavage was pouring up out of her collar. It would seem she wasn't wearing a properly fitting bra. Probably a cup size or so too small.

After I managed to peel my eyes off her chest, I looked up at her. She was gorgeous! A fair, tanned face with bright green eyes, accentuated by her long eyelashes. Plump lips, a small, cute nose. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. We never got customers like this. I stood, and tried to push out the nerves, while still trying to be as professional as possible.

“Hello there. Need help finding anything today?” She looked over at me, a bored sort of look on her face, and shook her head. 

“I'm fine, thanks.” She said in a tired voice. Feeling somewhat defeated, I continued my work. Why I felt defeated, I'm not sure. “Well, actually...” My heart skipped a beat. “Do you know where the toothbrushes are? I thought they would be over here.” I stood once more, a smile on my face.

“Yeah, here, I'll show you.” I led her over to the aisle and pointed them out. “Here ya are. Take your pick, we have plenty.” She smiled and giggled a bit at this, and I felt myself get a bit hot. 'Damn nervous fool, cool down.' I thought to myself as she studied the wall. I just kept staring at her chest, the cleavage swelling out of her tank top, wanting to escape so desperately. Pleading, begging to be let free from their confines...

I realized that I was staring and shook my head.

“Anything else for you today?” I tried to ask in a chipper, but not overly-eager voice. 

She looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back, if only for a brief moment.

“Excuse me.” I heard a male voice say softly as he made his way past me. “They're all out of the kind you're looking for babe.” My heart dropped a bit, but not too hard. Not like I was expecting much. I made my way back to the aisle I was at, and continued my work. Throughout the day there were various women. The most common thing to see were women in yoga pants, some showing some impressive bottoms, confirming my theory that yoga pants were some of the best things invented ever. Hours passed, co-workers came up to me and we blabbed about this and that. Went into the back room and questioned the stupidity of some of our customers and laughed about it. My manager came up to me a few times to check up, making sure everything was going smooth. An average day.

It came to an end at 9:30. We locked up, I told my closing manager good-bye, and made my way to the bus. The vehicle was near empty when I got on, save for one sleeping man in the back. I took my seat and headed for home...

When I got through the door, my mom was sitting down, reading one of her books. She looked up and smiled.

“Made it home ok, I see?”

“Always do mom.” I smiled and went over to the closet, taking off my jacket and putting it into the closet. “How was June's day?”

“She's just fine. In bed now, of course.” She put down her book and gave a me a smile. “Good news, your car is out of the shop.” 

“What? I thought they needed it for a few more days.” She shook her head.

“Nope. Its out in the parking lot for you in the morning, or whenever else you need it.” I grinned and pumped my fist as a sign of victory, mouthing out a silent 'yes!' 

“Thanks mom, I appreciate you getting it for me.” She nodded, then picked her book back up, smiling. 

“Go on and relax, hun, Get some rest.” I nodded and headed to my room, saying a final 'love you' before I left the living room. I removed my work garb and headed into the shower one last time for the day, then plopped down onto my bed. I opened up my laptop and loaded up Skype. One message, as usual.

Amber: Hey :)

Me: Hello :)

Amber: How was your day?

Me: Usual. Tired. How about you?

Amber: Sweaty. Just finished up vacuuming and running around like a made woman.

Me: Haha, everything work out?

Amber: Yeah. My dad will be home tomorrow. Just had to make the place look a bit better.

I should probably explain a bit. A little while back, about a month or so, I had met a woman named Amber online. We met through an art forum. She enjoyed some of the music I had crafted and messaged me one day, complimenting me. One thing led to another and...well, we had grown pretty close, considering we had never met in real life. Or heard each other's voices. We had very similar circumstances, and could relate to many things. 

Amber: How was work?

Me: A bit boring. Except for one thing...

Amber: Hmm?

Me: Well...let's just say it was a...special customer.

Amber: Oh? ;) Do tell.

Me: Well...it almost took me by surprise really. I just turn around and here's this huge pair of boobs staring me in the face. Woman was a knockout.

Amber: Oooh, very nice. Wish I could've seen them myself. ;)

Me: Haha. Yeah. Man, I couldn't keep my eyes off of them...

Amber: I probably wouldn't have been able to either. 

Me ...I was kinda wondering...

Amber: ?

Me: Is it wrong that...y'know, I look at women all the time? I feel kinda like a weirdo, just looking constantly. And I feel like I'm eventually just gonna set a woman off...

Amber: You're fine, sweetie. You're not following them out into the parking lot or groping them, now are you?

Me: No, of course not.

Amber: Then you're fine. Women don't mind being admired. 

Me: Well, that really depends on the woman, I guess.

Amber: Was she dressed scandalously? 

Me: Not necessarily. She had sweatpants on, but her shirt was tight and low cut. Would that count?

Amber: Sort of. She knows she's got curves up top but none at the bottom. That's where she wants the eyes to go.

Me: Uhh...I thought women wanted guy's eyes to go, y'know, to theirs?

Amber: Well, of course. I wouldn't want some guy just staring non-stop at my cleavage either. But if they took a few looks...I wouldn't blame them. 

Me: Interesting.

There was silence for a sec

Amber: You've felt boobs before, right?

Me: Nope. Never had a girlfriend, remember?

Amber: :(

You poor thing you.

Me: Yeah. 20, never had a relationship. It sucks.

Amber: You'll find someone, sweetie. Someone young, intelligent, and sweet. Like you.

Me: Aww, thanks Amber. ^///^

Amber: I mean it. But you just have to let things happen as they do. The best way to go about it is to not look too hard. And it shouldn't be too difficult. You got a lot of things on your side to help you out. The fact that you've sacrificed as much as you have to take care of your family is going to be a big point in your favor when it comes to talking to girls later.

Me: You think so?

Amber: Yes.

Women love to know a guy is dedicated to his family.

Means he'll be loyal and dedicated to theirs, if they ever had children.

Me: Makes sense.

Amber: Mhm

Another pause.

Amber: What are you looking for in a woman?

Me: Well, nice, caring, intelligent, upbeat, fun, likes to do things, etc.

Amber: Physically?

Me: Well...brown hair is my favorite, next to redheads. Shorter women. I find them adorable. And a nice shapely backside doesn't hurt. And, of course, boobs. Bigger the better.

Amber: You like em really big, don't you? ;)

Me: Guilty :P

Amber: I don't blame you.

Me: I do feel bad sometimes though...I feel as if I get wrapped up around the physical stuff and don't pay enough attention to the person as I should...

Amber: That's normal, sweetie.

Me: Yeah?

Amber: Mhm. We go for what we can see first. Its what automatically attracts us, after all. 

Me: True.

Another pause, an idea coming to my head.

Me: What's it like having boobs, anyways?

Amber: Depends on the size. Me, I have DDs. They can be heavy and they can get in the way a lot. But they can also be a lot of fun. They're soft, squeezable, bouncy...and the bigger they are, the more they bounce and jiggle. Running can be hard. Really, most exercises are difficult. But they can be really sensitive too. If a guy tweaks my nipples in just the right way, it can really help during sex. 

Me: Interesting. I was just a bit curious.

Amber: Ever think of yourself with boobs? ;)

Me: Haha, that would just be silly looking, Amber xD

Amber: But have you ever thought about what it might be like?

Me: Umm...not really, no. Most likely would just be weird.

Amber: Oh? 

Me: Yeah, I mean...it would be just some freak guy lugging big ol' boobs around. Wouldn't exactly be attractive or anything. At least, I don't think so.

Amber: To some, probably not. But I wouldn't exclude all women. Some women are kinky like that.

Me: Like you? :P

Amber: Maybe ;)

Me: xD

Moments passed again, and I felt myself yawning more.

Me: Alright Amber, I'm heading to bed. You sleep well, ok?

Amber: You too, sweetie. Have some sweet dreams, alright? :)

Me: Will do. :)

With that, I folded up my laptop and curled into bed, turning off the lamp and nodding off to sleep...

THE INCIDENT

I awoke with a slight pain in my chest. I laid there for a moment, attempting to get out of my sleepy haze. Once I collected myself enough, the chest in my pain felt more like a soreness. There was a sort of weight to it, a strange one. At first, I thought the cat may have fallen asleep on me. I reached my hands down to my chest and felt around.

What I felt made me bolt upright. The covers flew off of me, and I looked down. Inside of my green night shirt were a pair of small, perky breasts.

I gawked at them, thinking I was possibly dreaming or hallucinating. I rubbed them, gripped them, feeling their fleshy form in my hands. I stood out of my bed, and balanced myself, my center of gravity slightly off set.

“What the FUCK?!” I shouted at myself, realizing that this was, indeed, reality. I rushed out of my room and into the bathroom, turning on the light and looking into the mirror. I stood there, just staring at them, their form lifting my shirt up slightly from my body. I quickly removed it, letting them flop a bit on my ribcage, exposed.

I had no words. There they were. Very small, but noticeable, female shaped breasts. On me. My body. My very thin, scrawny body. I took them both in my hands and squeezed, still in disbelief of their existence. There was a faint tingling in them as I gripped, and I felt a slight rush of blood head south. I let go, and continued to gaze upon them. They were, if I were to guess, around a B cup. The size of apples.

“What...happened to me? Why do I have these?” I asked myself softly as I very gently stroked their sides. They stuck out a good 2 inches (5 cm)  from my body, and hung only slightly, somewhat defying gravity. I pulled my shirt back on, and returned to my room. 

I just sat there for a while. Thinking. 'What the hell...do I do now? Is there something wrong with me? Shit, is this like...male breast cancer or something?' I prodded them again, feeling their soft, fleshy forms. 'No way...cancer doesn't develop that fast, stupid. But...this definitely isn't normal. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out.'

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Hun, you ok in there?” 

“Uhh...not really mom. I think I have a  problem here.”

“What do you mean? What's going on?” 

“Come in.” She opened the door, and before it could even swing fully ajar my mom's eyes were already popping out of her head.

“Are...are those...”

“Y...yeah, I think they are...” We stared at each other for a moment, both of us utterly baffled by the situation.

“We need to get you to a doctor. Now. June's at school, its my day off, I have nothing else planned. Get dressed, meet me in the car.”

I did as I was told and got the loosest shirt I owned, trying to disguise their form as much as possible. I didn't bother to take a shower, it just wasn't on my mind. I dashed out to the car, and down the stairs out of our apartment, feeling the strange fleshy orbs flop against my ribcage. 'Erk, that feels weird...' I thought to myself as I got in my mother's car and we drove to the walk-in.

We must've sat there for an hour or two. It was a good thing I had such a baggy coat, though I must've looked like a weirdo wearing a big ol' ski jacket in the waiting room. I didn't care about that though. As long as my strange new assets were disguised, that's all I cared about. Soon, the nurse came out and called us in.

“Alright, hello there Avery. What brings you in today?” I glanced at my mom and she motioned for me to take off my jacket. I did so, only having my loose shirt to wear. The nurse didn't quite understand, the shirt being loose enough to hide their true forms. So, begrudgingly, I removed my shirt. At that, the nurse's jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she brought a hand to her mouth.

“Oh...oh my...well...er...when exactly did this occur?”

“Just this morning. All at once. No warning, no pain before, no soreness. Nothing. I just woke up with boobs today.”

“Alright, well...let's...just start with the usual things first...” She checked my temperature, my blood pressure, my heartbeat (I could tell how weird it was for her, putting a stethoscope between my boobs), all were normal. She typed it all into her computer and told us that Dr. Wheatley would be with us shortly.

Around 20 minutes passed until our doctor finally arrived. She was a kind woman, I had been seeing her for the past 4 years. I was lucky to get her on a walk-in visit. I had put my shirt back in before she entered, just in case. 

“Alright, hello there Avery. So...I've heard you have had a peculiar problem recently...” I nodded and removed my shirt, much to her surprise.

“Goodness...” She stared at them for a moment, then turned to her computer and began searching through the information she had provided. “You say these developed just this morning?” I nodded. “No sort of build up or pain beforehand?” I shook my head. “Any kind of pain right now?”

“Some when I woke up this morning, but it passed.” She continued to scan through her files. She asked if I had any other sort of symptoms. Chest pains, problems breathing, stomach aches, none of which I had.

“Have you been on any sort of...hormonal medications?” I shook my head. She was silent for a bit. “This is...really strange. I've never seen a case like this.” She went away from her computer and picked up the phone on the wall. “Hey Stacy. Yeah, I'm gonna need some blood draw supplies, and some culture tools as well. Thank you.” She stood, heading to the door.

“Alright, well, I want to run a few tests just to make sure it isn't anything cancerous. After we have our answer, we can try and figure out what we need to do next.”

“Alright, thank you Doctor.” She nodded and walked out the door. A few more minutes passed and they called me out to a different section of the clinic. I had a blood draw, as well as a mammogram. We waited for a little while longer until Dr. Wheatley returned with the results.

“We won't have complete results from the blood draw for a little while, but from what we see right now, it is not cancerous.” I let out a sigh of relief, feeling my breasts heave up and down as I did so.

“So...what do I do about these?” I pointed at my man jugs.

“Well, there's always surgery to get a breast reduction, but I suggest waiting and seeing if there is any other sort of growth. There's no sense of getting reduction if they are just going to grow back. We suggest waiting a week, then coming back for a surgery.”

“A whole WEEK?” I almost shouted. “You want me to go around with these things for a week? Are you nuts?”

“I know, its probably going to be somewhat embarrassing-”

“Somewhat? People are probably going to think I'm a transsexual! Or a transgender...trannie...or whatever its called...not that there's anything wrong with BEING one, its just-just I'm NOT one, that's all-”

“I understand, Avery. I'm sorry, I just can't recommend surgery yet. It won't be that long, and they aren't that noticeable as of yet. I suggest just keep an eye on them, and if they get any bigger within the week, just let us know, ok?” I begrudgingly nodded, knowing it couldn't be helped. 

The drive home was quiet. My mother didn't know how to respond to this. Her son just magically growing boobs out of nowhere. She was just glad it wasn't cancer or anything hazardous to my health. Right now it was only hazardous to my mental state. 

I sat in my room, scrolling through the internet, trying to distract myself from the two bags of soft, plump tissue hanging off of my body. Dinner arrived and we all ate together. I did my best to hide my breasts from June. I wasn't sure how she would react to them. The night drew to a close, June was tucked in, and I remained in my room, scrolling through the internet once more. Amber wasn't on Skype tonight, for some reason. 'Must be setting things up with her father, since he came home and all'.

“Goodnight” I heard my mother softly call from the other side of my door.

“Goodnight” I called back. A few minutes passed. After a moment, I began to itch a bit. I scratched a spot under my breasts, figuring I was just sweating under there and it was causing me to chafe. The itch didn't go away though, and persisted becoming a light tingling. I began to get a bit hot, and could feel myself getting flushed.

“Shit...what's happening now...?” I asked myself. I soon had my answer.

A stabbing feeling of pleasure swept its way through my body. My back arched, my laptop falling to the side. I let out a groan, but covered my mouth as to not wake anyone up. My breath became labored and heavy, my chest heaving up and down, up and down...then I looked at them...

And they were growing.

“No!” I shouted in a hushed tone. Another seep of pleasure hit me, a bit harder than the last. I could feel blood rushing into my breasts, the strange tingling circulating all over them. Soon I felt a rush towards my lower half, and before I knew it, I had an erection. “Shit, shit shit...” I was distressed, but experiencing one of the greatest feelings I had ever had.

All the while, my breasts continued to plump up inside my green night shirt. Further and further they advanced into the fabric, my nipples getting as erect as my cock was. They were soon a whole cup size larger, and I placed my hands on them to push them in, in a futile attempt to stop the growth. This was a terrible plan. Another stab of pleasure flowed through me, my erection now becoming painful. One hand began to drift downward, but withdrew, resisting the urges in the face of such distress. “Stop, dammit! You were big enough before! Just STOP!” They plumped up fast, ignoring my calls and getting to look like D cups. “Why is this happening...ooohh...” I tried to hold in my groans of mixed pleasure and pain. My shirt soon began to stretch around their form, the feeling of cotton pulling against my nipples not helping with the already powerful sensations racing through me. They were slowing down, the growth subsiding and leaving me to have breasts the size of grapefruits. At least 3 ½ inches (roughly 9 cm) in diameter. I stared down at them in horror.

“Well...this just got...much worse...” I panted, still coming down from the pleasure that was that growth session. My erection now at rest, I laid there, panting, sweaty from the ordeal. “They look as big as...hers...” I recalled the lady from my store and got hard again in no time flat. Bringing my hand up to wipe my face, I bumped into my newly grown tits. I let out an involuntary moan, then, rested my hands on them. “Wow...Amber wasn't kidding about...sensitive...” I began massaging them slightly, making small circles with my hands. The blood flow resumed in my lower section, getting up to full mast once more. This time I welcomed the feeling, the panic from growing now gone. 

Slipping one hand down to my phallus, keeping one hand on my breast, working it hard now, I began to rub my member slowly and carefully. The pleasure crept up, taking hold and making me forget everything. 'These aren't my breasts, these are her breasts. This is what they felt like. This is what it would be like to feel them.' I kept thinking that to myself, imagining the woman's face. I was rubbing faster now, my hand now slipping under my shirt to feel the soft but taut flesh buried within. I gasped a bit at the touch, and continued to rub into two different kinds of flesh. I tweaked my own nipples, imaging the woman from the store. 

I was on a bed with her, and she had her hand on me. I massaged her breasts with my hands and she moaned and groaned, loving every single shift of my fingers. She licked her lips and came up and kissed me. I returned the favor and kissed back hard. She jerked me furiously and I mashed into her massive bosom. Faster and faster, the feeling getting higher higher until...

It all released. I groaned in pleasure loudly, but tried to restrain myself, knowing my family was nearby. My head went limp onto the pillow, my whole body relaxing. I looked down one last time and saw them. Two huge, soft, milky tits on my chest. I sighed a bit, then drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the ordeal...

BRANCHING OUT

After I called in and told Dr. Wheatley what had happened last night, she told me to come in immediately. Immediately meant more like two or three days, but eventually, I was in the doctor's office, baggy jacket and shirt as was becoming the usual. She came in with a calm face, but I could tell there was a hint of confusion and worry mixed in with it.

“So...we have the results of your blood and DNA tests...” She scrolled through her computer. “...and you're normal. No strange genetic anomalies, no hormone imbalances, no overexposure to harsh chemicals or radiation. Everything checks out.”

“Normal?” I scoffed at her remark. “These are normal? These growing in a minute are NORMAL? Please tell me you're joking!” She just shook her head.

“As far as our research shows, with...whatever they were able to find within the past few days, there is no source of growth. There is no explanation. Normal was the wrong word to use, I meant in terms of your overall health, you are of perfectly normal health. There are no strange things within your bodies making this occur. My first suspicion was an unexpected hormone imbalance, low testosterone and an over-abundance of estrogen...but its perfectly balanced, nothing out of place. I'm just as confused as you, Avery. I'm sorry.” She took a seat and set her computer down, looking at me with a very worried seriousness. “Let me see what they've gotten up to.” 

I removed my jacket and my baggy coat to reveal my perky DDs, nipples hard in the air conditioned room. Wheatley gave a soft gasp, then began a usual inspection that she would give any pair of breasts. She frowned. 

“My goodness...this happened in front of you...within minutes? They got to this size?” I nodded. She paused, then scrolled through her computer. She sat there in silence, obviously thinking hard. I hadn't brought my mother with me this time, so there was a still silence within the room. “I know you're going to hate hearing this Avery, but we can't safely pursue surgery with this sort of-”

“What? Why not?” I started, but Wheatley interrupted me.

“I'm taking in account that your condition is very unstable and, due to the lack of any physiological evidence, completely unpredictable. If we were to perform a reduction surgery, and you were to grow while it was performed, it could put your life at risk.” I tried to think of an argument, but nothing came. I lost eye contact and brought my eyes to my feet. “I'm sorry Avery, really I am. I have to ask that we wait just a little while longer, just to see that the growth has indeed stopped. Just a few more weeks. For your safety.”

“But what if I never stop, huh? What if it gets to the point where I can't walk? What am I going to do then?”

“If it gets to the point where that happens, we'll perform the surgery, no questions asked. We need to weigh our options, Avery. Right now, its simply too risky to perform this sort of surgery on you given your current state.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“So what do I do until then? I can't keep calling out of work-”

“I can write you a slip that will give you leave until this is solved. You won't have to worry about that.” I nodded.

“What about going out in public? What about, y'know, living a normal life?” Wheatley stared at me blankly for a moment, then replied:

“Why does having breasts have to stop you from doing that?”

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I sat at home, thinking of the meaning behind Dr. Wheatley's words. I had left just after she had said them, with no more of an answer than some sputtering nonsense, drove home wearing my abnormally large and bulky jacket, and had went straight to my room, shutting the door and sitting in the dark. Thinking furiously.

“Why? Why would it stop me?” I kept thinking. “Cuz I look like a freak? That's why? A man with breasts...natural ones at that. Obviously natural. People are gonna think...but...” I shook my head and buried my face in my hands. “Jesus Christ, I need someone to talk to. Someone that isn't freaking out like mom is...” I picked up my phone and started scrolling through contacts.

I didn't have many friends these days. Being completely absorbed in my family life, my work life, or my personal life didn't leave too much room for time with friends. Add that to the fact that they all had lives, college, and jobs of their own, communication almost disappeared. I only had a few friends left to talk to, one of which was still away at college. But I knew of one I could go to.

To: Joseph

Hey man, wanna hang sometime soon?

I sat in silence and awaited a reply. About 10 minutes passed and I decided to get my mind off of it and pull up my laptop. Using wasn't exactly as convenient as it once was. My breasts sort of...overlapped my vision for where the keyboard was, making the lower row of letters and the space bar a bit difficult to find. Luckily, I was able to type without looking at it just as well. But my frantic typing fingers tended to bump up into my soft flesh, making them wobble each time I smacked the space bar. 

I got on Skype and looked to see if Amber was on. I hadn't heard from her for a while, but I looked at her Skype status

“Will be on hiatus for a week or so. Hope to talk to you all after then :)”

“Aww man...ah well.” I smiled, then shrugged, and continued poring over the internet until my cell vibrated, getting a new text. I picked it up and checked it. 

From Joseph:

Yeah, sounds good. I'm open Tuesday and Thursday, later in the afternoon. What's good for you?

I texted him back to meet on Thursday (being my mother's day off, I had more flexibility that day), then put my phone aside, getting a confirmation text a few minutes later. I continued my journey through the internet, watching YouTube videos and scrolling through Facebook, until I had grown bored and put my laptop aside. It had reached 10:30, and I was getting tired. I stared at my breasts one last time and sighed deeply. Then I cocked my head to the side and thought to myself.

'Well...they aren't going away any time soon. So...I could either sit and be depressed for the next week. Or...' I took them up in my hands and juggled them a bit. '...I could actually...have some fun...' I smirked and removed my night shirt, taking in their size and form. I had never even come close to breasts like this before in my life. They were always far away, never allowed to be in my grasp. And now here were some. Sure, they were attached to me. But they were still boobs. And they were still massive. I gave them a light poke and smiled, feeling the blood flow through my body as I did so. They were so soft, so squishy and jiggly. So warm. I brought my hands up to them and groped, feeling their flesh fill up my big hands. I let out a gasp and felt the pleasure fill my body.

“Tonight...is gonna be fun...”

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A few days passed and I was lucky enough to not experience any more additional growth. Even with my little fun those few nights ago (and, admittedly, every night since), I was still slightly self-conscious about my massive milk jugs. The most awkward part was explaining them to June. I awoke this morning wearing a shirt that wasn't as baggy as the others I used to wear. It clung tight to my chest, stretching out the logo on its front more than it was used to. The seams in my sleeves seemed to pinch into my armpits a bit, but it didn't bother me all that much. 

Needless to say, June took notice and began to ask the obvious questions, like “You can get those?” and “When did that happen?” and “Are mine gonna get like that?” I laughed a bit at her questions, in an understanding and light way, and began explaining.

“Well June, no, its not normal. I don't know why I have these, they just sort of happened. Guys aren't supposed to have them, but some can, if they want them. I didn't really want them, like I said, they just kind of happened. It happened about a week ago, I was just too embarrassed before. I still sort of am, because, like I said, boys aren't supposed to have these.” I patted her on the head. “And I have no idea if you will get them or not.” 

“Dear Lord, I hope not” My mom said from the kitchen. Both mom and I laughed at this, while June pouted slightly.

“Anyways mom, I'm gonna go meet up with Joseph now. I'll see you when I get home.”

“Alright, stay out of trouble, ok?” 

“As always mom.” I laughed, put on my big jacket (which most would find crazy to wear in 80 degree weather), and went out to meet Joseph in front of my apartment complex entrance. He drove up, and I hopped in his small black Sedan. 

“What up with the jacket?” I smirked at him.

“I'll explain more when we get to your place.” He drove us over to his small apartment, a tiny little place with two bedrooms, one for him and his roommate Mikey. We settled in, talking about various events happening in our lives, when Joseph brought the coat up again.

“Alright, well, I'm gonna warn you: this is gonna be weird. But let me explain before you make any assumptions, ok?” Joseph nodded. I was slightly wary of the decision I was about to make, but Joseph and I had been friends for about 5 years now. I knew he would at least hear me out. I unzipped the coat and dropped it to the floor, putting my perky DDs up for display. Joseph's eyes did the usual pop-out-of-their-head routine.

“Oh, dude...” I waved at him as I sat on the couch.

“What did I say? Lemme explain. These grew...pretty much within two days, all on their own.”

“What?”

“I'm dead serious man.” He took a seat on the chair near the couch and continued to look at them. I snapped at his face. “Eyes up here, dude” I joked. He shook his, head, obviously still very confused.

“How does that even happen?” I shrugged.

“The doctors don't even know. Everything is normal. Genetics are fine, hormones are fine. There is no reason behind them doing this. And, get this, they grew right in front of my eyes. Literally, they fucking grew up like, two cup sizes right in fucking front of me one night. It was weird as hell. Felt damn good though.” Joseph nodded, the idea finally sinking in a bit, running his hand through his short black hair. He was a much shorter guy than I was, it was funny to think that the term 'chest level' now had an all new meaning for me. 

“Well...ok...” I could tell what he was thinking.

“Look, dude, if I wanted to make the big switch, do you think I would inject boobs into my chest and still deny it?” I eyed him curiously. He laughed a bit.

“Pfft...good point.” He shook his head. “That's what you wanted to hang out for? To make me question life or something?” We both laughed at this.

“No, man...I just needed someone to talk to again. Kinda ease the depression a bit, y'know? Feel a bit...normal again.”

“So having boobs makes you abnormal?” I chuckled sarcastically a bit.

“That's what my doctor told me. Its weird, nobody can tell me that its not. Just...a guy having boobs.”

“Can't you just get rid of them? Surgery or something?” I shook my head.

“Not that easy. Their unstable, just growing whenever. Would cause complications and all that nonsense.”

“Ah, yeah, I can see that.” He stood, going over to dining room table,  not more than seven steps from where he was standing. “Anyways, I'm having a few more people over later.”

“Who's that?”

“Well, Mikey, his girlfriend Cassandra, Blake, Chris, and Mary.”

“Ha, its been a while since I've seen those guys. Haven't met Cassandra. And its been a while since I've talked to Mary.”

“She's changed a lot. Not sure if you'll recognize her, honestly. Have you seen her after she changed up?”

“Changed up how?” I asked.

“She went all black clothes goth style.” I shook my head.

“Last I saw her, she dressed pretty casually. Guess it really as been a while.” Joseph shrugged. 

“Anyway, wanna stick around for a bit, hang with them for a while? Might make you feel normal again.” I shrugged and nodded. 

“Sounds like a good time, actually.” 

“Cool. Now then, I need to show you this.”

“Its not more Pirate Metal, is it?” I joked at him, knowing his odd musical taste. Joseph and I had a deep history with each other since high school, both testing what the other could like in terms of music. Both being aspiring musicians, it was always a really good time. 

“Pssh, no. Sigur Ros. You've heard them right?” I nodded.

“Yeah, I really dug the...” I held up my hands in the shape of parenthesis “...album, and Takk was really good too...” We went on to discuss about the various bands we had discovered. Hours went by. Joseph's girlfriend Ariel eventually arrived home, and we went through the same song and dance as Joseph had. She seemed to laugh it off a bit easier, but in an understanding way. A few more hours passed, and more and more people arrived as it got darker outside...

MEETING MARY

Smoke filled the room, the pungent smell of marijuana and alcohol in the air. It hadn't been the first time I had been to one of these gatherings, but it had been a long while. I wasn't a drinker, by any means, so I hadn't touched any of the liquor. But I had taken a few tokes myself, if just to relax a bit more. The dark really seemed to hide my figure (the only light being a small lamp in the corner of the room), because no one really seemed to notice. Then again, half of them were already semi-blazed by the time they had gotten there. Joseph had been playing his various Sigur Ros vinyls while we all sat around and talked about whatever. The discussion didn't once involve my obvious man-boobs. Maybe nobody had the guts to bring it up, even in their cross-faded states. Maybe they were too high to notice. Whatever it was, it didn't matter too much. I was relaxed and felt better than I ever had in a long while.

At the later point, near everyone had passed out in one place or another. Mikey had taken his girlfriend into the next room and, from the muffled shouts we had heard even from the other room, we all could guess what they were doing, and laughed the whole time it happened. Soon it was silent. Blake and Chris had passed out, Blake with a PS3 controller in his hand, Chris a guitar in his lap. Joseph had gone with his girlfriend Ariel to their own room, but decided to be courteous and avoided the actions of their previous peers. I just sat there in the dark, plucking away lightly on an acoustic guitar, not making any sort of song, when I noticed one person was still conscious: Mary.

I hadn't really noticed her come in, really. She was so quiet throughout the “party”, so reserved. Had she even drank anything? I recall seeing her smoke a bit, because I had passed the joint over to her, but that was all I could recall. I kept my eyes on her for a while, actually taking the time to study her. She was rather beautiful: a soft, pale complexion. She had obviously plucked all her eyebrows, the ones she had looking drawn on, but in a very unique fashion, and they accentuated her bright blue eyes. They were striped, and flared out towards the edges. Her nose had a septum piercing, and she wore black lipstick. She was clad in a black lace shirt, with some sort of black tank-top underneath. Topped off with a short black skirt and long red and grey striped socks that went up her ankles, she was a mish-mash of conservative and risque that was only a bit confusing. In terms of figure, nothing seemed to stand out, neither her breasts nor her rear. Both seemed rather average. But everything else about her screamed...”different.”

Being very relaxed, almost forgetting about the pendulous jugs I had contained only by a tight T-shirt, I went over to her from the dining room table to the couch. I sat a seat away from her, looked at her and smiled.

“Hey.” She looked over at me with a blank stare. She then looked down at my breasts and raised an eyebrow. I looked down, my situation dawning on me and the embarrassment once again hitting me like a freight train. “Oh! Um, well, I can explain these. You see...uh...one day I kinda...” She leaned towards me and held a finger up to my lips, which shut me up immediately. Studying them close, she cocked her head to either side. She scooted herself closer, which made me go a slight shade of pink. Her dyed black hair was all I could see of her head for a moment, her face only inches from my chest. She then looked up at me and smiled a bit.

She then began poking them, one finger on the left, then the right, back and forth. I jumped at this.

“Hey!” She stopped, then looked back up at me.

“So they are real. Cool.” She smiled, and I smiled back, a bit weirded out by her behavior. “Don't worry, I don't think you're transgender or anything. I know some of those. Its never like this.” She giggled a bit. Her giggle was adorable, and I felt my heart skip a beat for a moment.

“Uh...haha...yeah...so...um...you're uh...”

“We've met already.” She blinked at me, and stared blankly.

“Right, right...duh...its just...” I looked her up and down, then looked her back in the eyes. “...we kinda changed a lot. We're sort of...completely different people.” She stared back at me for a moment, then shrugged.

“I suppose you could say that.”

“And to be fair, we didn't say more than...what a few sentences to each other back in high school?” Once again, she shrugged.

“Fair enough” She stuck out her tongue. With that, I realized it was not pierced. Weird thing to notice, I know, but with a girl like this, it sort of surprised me. We sat there, in awkward silence for a bit, neither of us able to think of the next thing to talk about.

“So...what you been up to?”

“Work.” She replied in a sort of dismissive tone.

“Oh yeah? Where you working at?”

“Safeway.”

“How is it over there?” She began to open up a bit, telling of all the silly things that happen. I responded, knowing how it could be in terms of a retail job. There were similarities, and differences, but this conversation evolved to one about movies, then music. It stayed on music for a while. By the end of it we were both laughing at each other's clever and not-so-clever jokes. I looked at the clock. 2:00 AM.

“Shit. Gotta get home, I forgot all about that!” I rose, the effects of the pot wearing off a long time ago, my head cleared. Mary stood with me.

“You got a way home?” I shook my head. 

“Joseph was my ride.” She grabbed my arm, which I was not expecting. I went somewhat red as she led me to the door. 

“I have my car. I'll take you home.” She said with a smile. I nodded, put on my shoes, and she led me to her car by the hand. I gave her the directions and we made our way there. Before I got out, we talked for a bit, finishing our previous conversation. 

“We should hang out some other time, y'know?” She smiled and nodded. She opened the dashboard, which bumped into my bosom and caused it to jostle.

“Sorry.” I waved it away. 

“'S fine” She grabbed the paper and pen she was looking for and wrote down her number, then handed it to me. I pocketed it and smiled.

“...thanks Mary. Tonight was already awesome to begin with. Feels like I'm fitting in again, even with these.” I pointed to my breasts. She giggled again.

“I don't know why you're so embarrassed by them. They look nice to me.” I smiled wide, then went red and looked at her. She looked down at her hands a bit nervously, then finally drew her eyes up and returned my gaze. We both sort of...stared at each other for a bit as her engine lightly hummed. I knew all I had to do was get out of the door and leave. I just didn't know...if I had to do it yet. For some reason, Mary's face seemed to get closer and closer to mine. Whether she was moving her head, or I was moving mine, I couldn't tell. Soon my eyes were closed. Seconds passed like this until I felt her warm lips on mine. We sat there, in this sort of trance-like state, for what felt like eons, until we both finally pulled back. Her pale face seemed to have a bit of color in it, while mine probably looked like a tomato.

“I'll...I'll text you.” I sputtered. She smiled and nodded, and I made my way up to my apartment, hearing her car slowly drive away behind me.

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The next few days were a haze. I continued to help my mother around the house, cook, clean, look after June. The usual business. But the whole time I was just in this utter fog of what had happened between Mary and I. I was questioning if it was really real or not. Whether or not it meant anything. If I had come on too strong.

All I knew for sure was that I wanted to see her again.

I waited a few days, my schedule being packed with family business (getting June to school, shopping, all that good stuff). Going out in public was less and less embarrassing by the day. Yes, the usual people gawked and stared. Young people giggled to themselves, hell, some even pointed. But I just laughed to myself. The thought that half of the men that looked most likely got a rise out of my full, juicy tits made me smile from ear to ear as I passed. 'How very confused they must be', I thought with a chuckle.

The others who saw me as a freak, well, I paid no mind to them. Some called out on the street. I chose to ignore them. It wasn't always easy. Some said some pretty weird stuff, but most was generic, with no force put behind it. Just the empty words from a pack of losers. 

One thing I noticed though: God DAMN these things were heavy! My back was starting to ache every day. My shoulders were arching forward, as my mother pointed out to me. I had no idea how women could handle getting around with such things on their chests. Then again, I bet many women had time to adjust, and they didn't pop in front of their faces in two minutes flat. 

Finally, I had a day to myself, and I texted Mary

To Mary:

Hey, I got a day to myself, wanna hang out sometime later?

I waited a bit, not even bringing out my computer. I just stared at my phone, switching between the settings and dicking around with ringtones until I finally got a text back.

From Mary:

Yeah, that sounds nice. Where would you like to meet up?

I thought for a moment, then an idea hit me. Perfect weather for it, too.

To Mary:

The beach downtown sound good?

From Mary:

Yeah, I'll start heading down there.

To Mary: 

Cool, see you there

I hurriedly got my shoes and began heading out the door, my mother home with June for the next couple days, having the days off. 

“Later mom! Meeting up with a friend today!”

“Alright hun, you gonna be out late?”

“Not sure yet. I'll let you know!”

“Ok, have a good time.”

“I will!” I said in an excited tone. Before my mother could question it, I was out the door and into my car, starting it up and heading down to the beach.

The sun wasn't quite setting, but it was close. I searched around on the sandy banks, looking for Mary. I saw her near the pier. Simple black tank top and black jeans, one leg ripped up to her upper thigh, the other still intact. I smiled and walked over to her.

“Hey.” I waved over at her. She smiled and waved back. We began walking down the coast line, Mary occasionally bending down and picking up small bits of smooth glass in varying colors. She smiled.

“I love collecting these. I know most of them came from beer bottles or whatever...but they've been exposed to so much sand and ocean water for so long...kinda washed all that away from them.” She handed it over to me to observe. I took it and held it to the light, the sleekness of glass faded away to nothing more than a translucent stone.

“Very nice...” I muttered as I handed it back to her. She pocketed it as we headed up a hill, both of us silent, listening to the waves as they faded behind us. We made our way to the top of a grassy hill, near a cliff's edge. A bench perched atop it. She took a seat, and I planted myself next to her, both of us staring out at the sea. I looked at her, the sun shining off of her face. Her eyes glistened. I sat there, not quite sure of what to say. She then turned to me, poking me in one of my boobs. I jumped.

“Hey!” She giggled. I smiled and laughed along with her.

“So...any reason for those yet?” I shrugged and shook my head.

“No scientific one, anyways. Completely 'normal' as the doctor said.” 

“Psssh. Normal. Who wants to be that. With boobs like that, you aren't normal.” This stung a little bit, for some reason.

“What are you trying to say?”

Mary sat, silent, motionless; a blank expression on her face as she stared at the sea.

“Ever wonder why I pluck my eyebrows? Why I dress all black and chopped off most my hair?” 

“...to go for some kind of goth look?” Was my semi-sarcastic response. She sighed, and I could sense her disappointment. I swallowed a bit nervously.

“No. I do like the trend, but its not the reason I did it. Back in high school, I surrounded myself with people who I thought were friends. I thought they liked me for me, y'know?”

“That's most high school nonsense, isn't it?” Mary shrugged.

“I guess. After a while, it kinda started feeling...sorta empty. I didn't like that feeling. So...one day, I chopped my hair off. Dyed it black. Shaved my eyebrows, then plucked them after that, and drew them on however I wanted to. Started dressing like I do. Just to feel different for once. And to see if anyone was really my friend.” I nodded as she explained. I could see her shaking a bit as she continued. I slowly put my arm around her shoulder, and she moved in closer to me.

“It kinda sucks...just...hoping something isn't true. Hoping people aren't as shallow as everyone wants you to think they are. Then you change yourself and everyone kinda just...forgets you're there.” She curled her fingers up on the bench and I could see tears rolling down one of her cheeks. “All those people you thought liked you for who you are...just vanishing within a couple weeks. Just goes to show how bull shit school is I guess.” She said with a laugh that was sort of mixed with a sob. She shook her head.

“Dammit. I'm sounding all dramatic again. I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” I rubbed her arm reassuringly. “Have you told anyone this?” She shrugged again.

“One or two people. They just write it off as me being over-dramatic. They see how I dress and they expect me to just be an empty shell or that I have a bunch of scars on my wrists. I don't dress like this to hop on some kind of...goth band-wagon driven by Robert Smith...” I chuckled a bit at that, as did she. “...I did it because...when I fit in, and was surrounded by all those people...I still felt so alone. I never felt like anyone understood...who I was or what I was going through...”

“What were you going through Mary...?” She shook her head.

“Doesn't matter now. In the past. Just...stupid family members and...fucking drug heads and alcoholics. The usual lower class bull shit that ruins families and makes girls like me into unstable emotional train wrecks. Its nothing that new.” I frowned at this and got a bit closer, trying to comfort her a bit better. She saw this and smiled. “Its just...I didn't expect...that when I did something as simple as start dressing new and plucking my eyebrows and start wearing black lipstick...that I would feel even more alone than when I was fitting in with a bunch of people who could give two shits about me. It fucking sucked.” She sniffed a bit, and I saw another tear roll down her face. She wiped it with her arm, her thick mascara smudged underneath her eye. 

“Wasn't expecting to get all mushy today. Dammit.”

“Its fine. I'm here to listen, alright? I could care less if you have a smudge under your eye. You're talking to the guy with grapefruits shoved down his shirt, ok?” She let out a loud laugh at this. It was the first time I had heard her laugh this hard. I smiled and laughed with her. After a few seconds of laughing fits, she composed herself and sniffed again.

“I'm sorry...I didn't want this to be some kind of shitty soap opera-”

“Shh...its not a soap opera, ok? Its your life. A pretty damn important part, if you ask me. You can tell me whatever, alright? I mean it.” She turned and smiled at me. Then, within seconds, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard. I was shocked at first, but I returned the favor, this one much longer and impassioned than the last one. After what felt like a few more years of my life gone to paradise, we parted, but still embraced, Mary resting her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you.” She whispered in my ear. I brought my hand up to the back of her head reassuringly and sighed out a “you're welcome.”

We sat there for a while longer, talking about much lighter stuff. Movies she needed to show me, the strange foreign films I enjoyed that she needed to see herself. We talked for hours until the sun had finally set.

“How did you get down here anyway? You drive?” She shook her head.

“I just walked. I live right nearby.”

“Want a ride home?” She nodded.

“Sure, I'm fine with that.” We walked down near the beach again, getting in my car and driving over to her apartment. 

“My roommate is out for the night at her boyfriend's place. Wanna come in for a bit?” I went red a bit, then nodded, and we entered the building. 

She went to the kitchen and pulled down two cups, filling them with water, and handed one to me. I thanked her and we headed over to the couch. We sat, set our cups down on the small table in front of us, and she turned on the small plasma screen in front of us. 

“Heh...your TV kicks my TV's ass.” She smiled.

“My roommate had some pretty well-to-do parents. But she kept it from going to her head.”

“I thought all of your friends...” She shook her head.

“Not all of them stayed away. A lot of them were confused for a while. The loneliness sucked, but it didn't last forever. I was more sad about the whole idea of being different basically exiling you from everyone. I think it was more of the idea that got to me. The fact that it can happen to anyone. But after a while, people come around. It just takes time.” She looked at me with her sweet smile and pecked me on the cheek, then moved some things off the couch to make some more room.

“So you've got a roommate?” She nodded.

“Mhm. Melanie has always been close, for the most part. Its why we live together now.” I smiled and brought my arm around her, not needing to say anything, but merely nodding. We watched some weird late-night cartoons for a while. 

After around an hour, nothing else really played that could hold our interest. Mary was caressing my arm as I massaged her side. She picked up the remote and turned it off, then turned to me, the room almost completely dark. I didn't have to be a genius to know where this was going. Soon we were lip locked again, kissing each other hard and rubbing against each other. Mary moved her hands up and down across my back as our tongues wrestled each other. She pulled back, gathering her breath, just staring at me. 

In a blink of an eye, her tank top was off, leaving her only in her bra and black denim shorts/pants. I decided to return the favor, removing mine, forgetting only for the moment my male mammaries. She stared at them, and I could see there was lust in her eyes. She looked up at me.

“Play with mine and I'll play with yours.” She said with a wink. I nodded and reached around for the clasp on her bra as she dug into my breast flesh with vigor.

“Oooh...so you like them...”

“Mmm...you could say I could...go either way with these kinds of things...” she said with a devious timbre. I nodded and grinned, continuing to work her bra. Soon it was off, and Mary's B cups were open for display. Mary pulled back and looked at herself, then at me.

“I never thought I would ever say...that my boyfriend has bigger tits than I do.” We both let out a laugh for a moment...when the thought hit me. My eyes went wide in realization. 

“You mean-” She put a finger up to my lips. She leaned back, her legs straddling mine.

“Mhm...now get to work...” she winked again devilishly and started working on the belt of my pants. I sat there in awe, still playing with her admittedly small, but still very soft and smooth breasts. Before she could get my belt the full way off, I began to feel a bit...odd...

“Ooof...” I let out a soft grunt. Mary looked from my pants to me.

“You ok? We can stop if you're not-”

“No, no, its fine...I just feel like...” I felt a rush begin to flow into my breasts. My mind went from horny to absolute terror. “No...no! Not again! NooooOOOHH...” I begged as my body was swept up in involuntary pleasure. My back arched as my breasts began to swell in front of me once again. Mary flinched as a response, watching my breasts beginning to pulse out from my body in awe. “OH MY GOD...” I shouted, the pleasure so hard and quick that it was painful. I was already fully erect in no time whatsoever, my breasts pushing through E cups and gaining mass faster than ever.

“Wh...what's going on? They've grown like this before?” Unable to form coherent sentences, I merely nodded while biting my lip. She just stared at me for a while as more and more breast flesh crawled down and forward on my body, my tits getting fatter and fatter by the moment. Mary glanced down and saw the outline of my manhood through my pants. “Do we need to call a doctor?” I shook my head.

“What would...th-they be able to dooo...oooohhhh...” I continued to moan as my breasts reached the size of softballs. They wiggled mercilessly as I squirmed and convulsed on her couch. Mary stared at me for a while, lust growing in her eyes. She then made a decision. She brought her hands back to my waist and resumed removing my belt, as well as zipping down and taking off my pants.

“M...Mary...what are you...?” She resumed as I moaned and groaned in mixed pleasure and worry. 

“Might as well...try to have some fun with this...” she said with a bit of a smirk. I gazed down at her as she pulled down my boxers, revealing my already hard member. She looked at it for a moment, making no comments, then brought one hand gently around it. My body tensed. 

“Oooohhh...” She smiled coyly. 

“We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet, sweetie...” Slowly, but surely, she began to pump, up and down as my breasts slowly inflated out and down, getting bigger than my head. Mary brought her free hand up to one of my burgeoning tits and squeezed, instilling another deep moan and convulsion from me. She felt their flesh swell up and surround her hand, her fingers getting lost within the soft, supple tissue. I felt my nipples harden against her palm as it pressed harder into it. 

“Oooh...how long is this one gonna last...?” I felt them continuing their advancement, slowly becoming another cup size larger than before. 

“Hopefully as long as it needs to...hehe...” Mary began stroking me harder, her pace gradually growing as my body's nerve endings shot pleasure through every pore of my body. More and more my boobs grew, stretched, and jostled as Mary strengthened her motions, both on the upper and lower parts of my body. The pleasure was still building, my body continuing to convulse to the point where it started to ache.

“Oh man...its starting to hurt...” Mary looked up with a slight look of worry. This went to a look of thought. She brought her hand off my cock and onto my other breast and began massaging them. This brought my pleasure back up to a fever pitch. She leaned down off of my legs and started kneeling on the ground. I expected that was for leverage for grabbing my breasts without getting any sort of cramp in her back and neck.

What I didn't expect was her warm, wet lips to start caressing my erection. She sucked softly as she gripped my breasts, mashing their malleable form. 

“Holy sh-” I couldn't finish my sentence. My mind was somewhere else. All the pleasure, the growth, everything Mary was doing...I whited out for what seemed like an eternity...

My mind seemed to reboot groggily as I felt myself release. I heard Mary coughing and spitting, and I looked down at myself.

My breasts were huge. Enormous. Bulbous. They looked to be as big as my head, if not slightly larger. I looked over at Mary, whose coughing fit had ended.

“Are you...ok?” I asked wearily.

“Yeah...just...never done that before...” I smiled and reached my hand out, grabbing her own in mine. 

“You did amazing...” I said, still in a dreamy haze. She smiled and climbed back onto the couch. She pulled a blanket out from behind the couch and we leaned back on it, cuddling together and drifting into sleep...

LIFE ADJUSTMENT 

I awoke, my breathing labored. I looked down and saw a few things. First thing, my now titanic bosom. I grunted and shifted in place, then my view shifted over to Mary, sleeping peacefully, laying her head into one of my breasts. It made me smile. Her eyes fluttered open after experiencing my movement. She looked up at my face, grinned, and leaned up for a light kiss. We laid there for a moment, in silence, Mary rubbing the side of my breasts softly.

“You know what you need to do?” She asked me.

“Hm?” Was my lazy response. I still felt so drained from last night.

“You need some bras.” She looked at me and winked. I laughed at this, my tits jiggling with the movement.

“I'm serious! These things are probably heavy as fuck.” I began testing that theory, pushing myself up gently into a seated position, steadying myself from falling forward.

“Well...you're right about that...” I grimaced and held my back a bit. “Bras help that, I assume?” Mary rolled her eyes.

“No, we wear them for decoration.” She slapped one of my boobs lightly, watching them swing pendulously back and forth for a moment.

“Well how am I supposed to know what they do?” I joked back. She held up her hands in an exaggerated shrug.

“Google?” We both laughed at this and I stood, picking up my shirt from the floor and putting it on. It hardly fit past my midsection. I plopped back down on the couch, feeling my flat stomach, completely exposed.

“Well...this looks...fashionable, I guess...” Mary stood and went to her bedroom, coming back out with a large grey shirt. 

“Its Melanie's. We can get it back to her later, she hardly wears it anyway.” I nodded and pulled it over my head, my body now completely covered, but my breasts still sticking out prominently. Mary sat next to me and poked one of my boobs in her usual fashion. They wiggled in place for a few seconds, then settled.

“You love doing that, don't you?” Mary nodded, enraptured by their movements.

“How did it feel...when they grew?” I thought for a moment, trying my best to recall last night.

“Well...it was basically like...how it is to watch porn...but with no porn actually playing. I got really fucking horny out of nowhere, and it wouldn't stop, no matter what. And I don't have to tell you what that did...” Mary blushed a little, recalling her spur-of-the-moment actions of the previous evening. “After a bit, towards the end, its like...all my senses kind of...turned off. Went on vacation for a little bit. Felt like forever though. It went black and all I could feel was this white hot stab through my stomach that sort of...spread through my whole body slowly. But it felt amazing. Think of...the greatest orgasm you've ever had, then multiply it by ten...that was the feeling...” Mary just looked at with me with enraptured interest, and for some reason, I felt a pang of guilt.

“I didn't do much in return, did I...?” Mary shook her head and gripped my shoulder a bit.

“I didn't expect anything from you when that was happening. From the look of it, you couldn't control yourself at all. I just wanted to make it...less scary, I guess.” She jumped a bit in her seat and gave me a big smile. “So don't worry about it, ok?” I nodded as she stood, going to her room. I sat, adjusting my back and doing a few stretches to work out the kinks from last night's sleep. After a few minutes, Mary walked out, wearing a black lace shirt and a cute, form fitting skirt that went down to her upper thigh. It looked like it was a ballerina skirt over a smaller, more form fitting skirt underneath. Black, of course, with black leggings to top it all off. Her drawn eyebrows now had a pointed edge, as well as some red eye shadow. I smiled.

“God, you're fucking gorgeous.” I could see the color return to her cheeks, even though she tried to shrug it off.

“Shut up...let's get going. Bra fitting time.” I nodded and stood, then pulled out my phone. 6 missed calls.

“Shit...lemme call my mom real quick, she's probably freaking out by now.” Mary stood by the door as I rang home, a few rings passing before I heard the click of a phone being picked up.

“Avery? Where have you been?”

“Its alright mom. I'm at Mary's. I had a little...growing episode last night and I needed to stay over.”

“Oh...Mary?” 

“Yeah...?”

 “...you'll have to introduce me sometime, hun.” I laughed a bit at my mother's sudden switch of attitude.

“I will mom, I promise. For now, she's taking me out bra shopping. I think its...about time to get something for these, since I'm going to have them for a while.” My mom gave an “mhm” of approval, we said our good-byes and our I love yous and hung up, me approaching the door to head out, taking Mary's hand and getting into my car.

“Alright. You're gonna have to tell me where to go on this one...cuz I have no idea where one of these stores are.” She giggled and we headed out to our destination.

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The store was called Goddess Apparel Bra Shoppe. This was going to be interesting.

As soon as I walked in, a woman came up to me.

“Hello, how may I he-ooohh....” She looked up and down me and focused her eyes on my breasts. She then shook her head and smiled. “Ah, so...making the big s-”

“No.” Mary and I said in unison. The woman seemed confused, but shook it off again.

“So...erm...why have you come in today?”

“Well, my boobs are growing on a consistent basis and I'd like to have as much support for them as possible before my spine breaks in half.” I said in a sort of quickened rehearsed manner. The woman seemed utterly flabbergasted at this, but hesitantly waved me over to the fitting room. I could tell she was half-expecting this to be a prank, as if I had a couple of cantaloupes or balloons shoved down my shirt. But, sure enough, as she took off the shirts I had on, I could tell she started rethinking her life pretty hard within those moments.

“My...goodness...

“Yep.” I held them in my hands, lifted them up, and let them fall, presenting their very real and natural jiggle. The woman looked uneasy, but tried to swallow it down and bring out her professionalism.

“Right, now then...”  She gave me a few feels here and there, most likely to get some kind of shape or contour. Or to just confirm they really were real, I'm not really sure.

Then came measurements. She measured right underneath my bust, all the way around my midsection. To do this, she had to lift my boobs slightly, causing them to jostle around. Mary sat in the fitting room, gazing at me with a big ol' grin on her face, her chin in her hands. I stuck my tongue out at her, and she did it back.

“32 inches.” She said out loud, then began measuring the furthest regions of my bust. Her eyebrows raised in muted shock. “40 inches.” 

“Alright...so...what does that mean.?”

“It means...your proper size would be a...” She paused and did a quick calculation, then looked over at a chart on the wall. “32 H cup” My jaw dropped, as did Mary's.

“You're...you're serious?” She nodded, just as shocked as we were. She then led us over to another section of the store. I put my shirt back on before I left the fitting room, and began looking through the various bras in the apparently mega-size that I had. Mary leafed through them, picking up one or two she wanted to see me in.

“You're having way too much fun with this, aren't you?” She closed her eyes and nodded quickly, then resumed her look through of the bras. There wasn't a lot of variety, but Mary did find some plain white ones, along with some lacy black and red ones. “This is probably the weirdest thing I am ever going to do in my life.” I said to Mary in a semi-joking manner.

“Yeah, well, not exactly normal for me either. Helping my boyfriend find bras to wear.” We both laughed and, after we found a sufficient amount (there were even some adjustable ones, just in case), we went up to the front desk and purchased them all, and headed back to Mary's place.

She motioned me into the restroom and put the pile of new bras in my arms.

“Now then...practice up...gimme a show.” She stuck out her tongue and gave me a wink, then closed the door. I shook my head, but couldn't help but crack a smile. I removed my shirt and began working the first basic white bra over my swollen tits. I reached back, trying to get the clasps to hook together. It took a lot of adjusting and hoisting things into place, but it finally pieced together. I looked at myself in the mirror.

There I stood. Two huge, juicy tits stuffed in a white bra, showing off a plethora of cleavage. I sighed.

“I don't know whether to be turned on or...what...” It was certainly confusing. The very idea of a man wearing a bra was absolutely ridiculous. And yet, here I stood, in my newly bought 32H cup bra. I shrugged it off and walked out. Mary looked over and raised an eyebrow with a  curious little smirk.

“I like it.” She said plainly, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “You get it on alright? I heard you grunting in there.” I nodded.

“No idea how you put one of these on every day.”

“You get used to it. Plus mine are like...three times smaller than yours.” She put her finger underneath the center of the bra and shook around, watching my cleavage wiggle like jello underneath the garment. “Go try on the others!” She pointed to the bathroom in a half-authoritative, half-begging sort of way. I gave an exaggerated sigh and headed back into the bathroom. The day went on like this, me trying on new and different bras, getting used to the various type of clasps and cup types. When we had made it to the last one, a light blue lacy brassiere, she led me over to the couch.

“It took balls to go out and do that for yourself, you know that?”

“Well, I probably wouldn't have done it without you, to be honest.” Her eyes lit up a bit with this, which led to her putting a hand on my cheek softly. I took it in mine. I chuckled a bit.

“What?”

“Nothin'. Just not used to this sort of thing.” 

“What, having boobs?”

“Well...yep...there's that...” I let out another chuckle. “But I really meant...y'know, having an actual girlfriend to do this kind of stuff with.” I had lowered her hand from my face, but kept it in mine. “I...really appreciate you sticking with me Mary...even with these.” 

“Its just you Avery...it doesn't change who you are really...it makes you stand out a bit, sure. But not in a bad way. At least, not to me.” She leaned in and gave me a hard kiss, and I returned it. We sat there, kissing for a bit, then she pulled back, her phone buzzing, getting a text. “One sec, sorry.”

“Its fine.” I said as I adjusted the strap on the brassiere. “Should I put on a shi-”

“No.” Mary said before I could even finish my sentence. She looked at the message. “Ah. My friend Melanie wants me to know if her boyfriend Darryl can come over tonight...”

“Well, that's nice of her to...y'know, actually ask.” Mary nodded.

“Yeah, she's cool like that. Darryl though...Christ, I don't know what she sees in him. He's not a...bad guy, he's just...kind of an ass sometimes.”

“How so?” Mary shrugged.

“I just get that vibe from him, y'know.” I nodded and she replied. “You're sticking with me, by the way. Its gonna be a double date.” I jumped a bit in surprise, causing my bra to creak, holding back my bouncing bosom.

“Wh-what?! B-but...” Mary held her finger to my lips.

“Shh...its gonna be ok. I want you to meet Melanie. She's pretty much my best friend. You'll have to meet eventually, anyway.” My shoulders sulked a bit and I nodded. I pulled out my own phone, let my mother know where I was going to be, and waited as Mary tossed one of her own shirts at me, throwing Melanie's to a laundry basket. I put it on, and it just barely fit on my torso. It was a purple low cut v-neck, and I looked up at Mary with a raised eyebrow. 

“You...own this why?” She shrugged.

“I...don't exactly have much to show.” She pointed at her chest. “But I want you to look nice. Not like you really should be ashamed of those anyway.” I shrugged and looked down, pushing the flesh back down into my bra cups a bit.

A few hours passed with Mary and I talking, occasionally making out and groping each other, when finally there was a knock at the door.

“You forget your keys again Melanie?” Mary shouted to the door.

“No. I'm just lazy. Open up!” Mary rolled her eyes and stood from the couch, going over to the door and opening it up. She waved her arm over to the living room dramatically. “Now, come on and meet my boyfriend...hey Darryl...” Mary said with a slightly different tone, but not all too noticeable. They stepped in, Melanie taking one look at me and almost falling over in shock. Mary held her shoulder and whispered something I couldn't hear. But it seemed to help Melanie understand, and she made her way in through the door.

Melanie was about as old as Mary, but much plumper. With short brown hair, glasses, and a rotund figure, she was actually rather adorable. A decent sized bust size, and, from the look of it, not a bad rump and some nice wide hips to match. I didn't linger on it too long, seeing a man come in right after her, his eyes resting on me. He stopped mid-step and just stood there with a confused look on his face. He slammed the door behind him.

“What...the fuck...is that?”

“Darryl, no...” Melanie said, waving at him to keep his voice down.

“No...no, you didn't say anything about this boyfriend being part of the fucking circus.” I felt my face go hot as Darryl pointed at me with a disgusted look on his face.

“Darryl, calm the fuck down.” Mary said to him, trying to keep the edge off, but I could tell it wasn't easy for her.

“So...what, Mary's into trannies? Is that it?”

“He's not a trannie Darryl, he just...has those, he doesn't know why-”

“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” Darryl stated each word with a harsh sort of venom behind them. “I don't know what the fuck he's been telling either of you...that's just not normal. Hell, those kind of...things aren't even normal on a regular woman!”

“You mean boobs Darryl? Breasts? Tits? What, you never seen them that big before? What the fuck is the matter with you?” Mary said, putting her index finger on Darryl's scrawny chest.

“What's the matter with me? What's wrong with your...'boyfriend'?” He said, holding up air quotes. 

“Nothing, fuckwad. Look, if this is how you're going to be tonight, get the fuck out of our apartment-”

“Look, both of you, can it!” Melanie said over the both of them. “I don't need the neighbors calling for domestic disturbances, k? Let's just...Darryl, let's just go.” She grabbed her boyfriend by the hand and opened the door. “I'm really sorry Mary. I didn't know...” Mary held up her hand to her friend and gave her a stony gaze.

“Just...get him out of here before I fucking break his arm.”

“Oh, like you-”

“Darryl, if you know what's good for you, you'll get to the fucking car right now. Alright? Go.” Darryl stood there, shooting one last icy stare at me, then opened the door the rest of the way forcefully, making his way outside.

“I'm gonna take him back to his place, then I'll be back. I'm really sorry Mary.” Mary was silent, but she nodded slightly. She then turned to me. “I'm sorry to you too. Don't listen to him ok...I just...I thought he might be able to...” she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “...I'll talk to him. I really am sorry you guys.” 

“Melanie. Its fine. I'm...kind of used to it by now.” I said with a passive wave, to disguise the utter humiliation boiling inside of me. Melanie nodded, bade us goodbye once more, then headed out to her car. Mary stood there for a moment, still clearly upset. I then could hear a soft sob from her. As soon as I heard it, a pang of pain hit me.

“Mary...” I said softly. I waved at her. “Come over here...” She obeyed, slowly making her way over and cuddling into my chest, her head resting on my breasts. We sat there in silence for a bit, Mary silently sobbing, me still trying to keep my own shit together, and we both sort of just...thought about things.

“Are you ok?” She asked me finally. I nodded.

“Like I said. I'm used to people seeing me as a freak...”

“You're not though...” She said, gripping onto one of my shoulders.

“Not to you...and I really appreciate that...but to everyone else, that's kind of what I am. Its normal though. People just...aren't used to guys with boobs.” We sat, silent for a bit, Mary resting her head on one of my shoulders. Then, my worries came to the surface, for the first time since I had grown my boobs in the first place. “Oh God, Mary...” I said, trying to keep the fear out of my voice, and failing at it.

“What?” She said, finally lifting her head from my shoulder, red streaks strewn across her cheeks from her eye shadow.

“What if...somewhere down along the line...other things start happening...? What if...God, what if my voice gets super high pitched or...or what if my hair grows longer...or my...my...” I looked down at my pants, and I could tell Mary understood. With one hand, she took my hand, and with her other, she took me by the chin and leaned my face over gently to meet her eyes.

“I'll be with you...no matter what happens...ok?” She said, tears still welling up in her eyes. I felt myself go hot again as I nodded, and I smiled, my body shaking. We embraced hard and sat there in silence again. After a few minutes, I let out a big sigh.

“Well...fuck...what's gonna happen when I meet your parents?” Mary laughed hard at this, lightening the mood a bit.

“Oh...oh that's going to happen...” She said sarcastically with another loud loud laugh. We both let out our laughing fit, then leaned back, relaxing on her infamous couch. “If its anything like that...its going to be fun every time...”

“Whew...I'm just a problem for you now, aren't I?” I said in a joking manner. Mary smirked and stabbed me a bit with her elbow.

“I'm already a problem enough for my parents. We're a pair of problems, I guess.” I laughed at this, then looked down at my chest, cleavage still busting out of the low cut shirt.

“You mean like these?” I said as I gave them both a poke with my index fingers. It took Mary a moment, but after a bit, she let out a long, heavy laugh, and I joined her, my breasts jiggling and jostling around. I swear, I could hear stitches busting in places on the shirt from all the movement. 

I eventually had to go home, knowing I had to look after June in the morning before I mom came to pick her up for school. Mary and I exchanged one last, long kiss, and a hug that seemed to go on for hours, until we finally parted and I made my way home.

“I'm home mom.” I came through the door, June most likely already in bed, knowing how late it was. My mom looked up from her book that she was reading in her chair, and her eyes automatically filled with worry.

“Oh goodness...they grew again?”

“I told you mom. Did you forget?” She scratched her head a bit.

“Well...I didn't think they would get that big...”

“Me neither. The bra probably isn't helping aesthetically with the whole 'size' thing.” I joked as I headed to my room. “I need to rest for a bit. A lot of shit went down today and I just need to lay down. My mom nodded in understanding. I gave her a hug, which was rather odd for the both of us, knowing that my tit flesh sunk into her face.

“That's going to take some getting used to” She jested, and I chuckled a bit awkwardly, heading to my room, kicking off my shoes, taking off my bra (feeling my breasts spring forward and nearly knocking me off my feet), and getting into my bed. I tried laying on my back, but the fact that I could hardly breathe from all the pressure on my chest made that a no-go. I settled for laying on my side as I drifted off into sleep...

CAUSE AND EFFECT

I awoke, and went through the usual morning routine that I was once used to before all this madness had occurred in my life. I got June breakfast, made sure she was dressed, brushed her hair, all the usual stuff. She gawked at my boobs as everyone else did and I just patted her on the head.

“Yeah...I'll explain later, ok? Mom will be here soon to pick you up for school.”

“I know that.” June said matter-of-factly.

“Woah-ho. Watch the attitude, missy.” I said, poking her nose lightly. She shook her head and stuck out her tongue. I stuck mine back out at her as my mom came through the door.

“Alright, ready June?” She asked. June nodded, picked up her lunchbox, gave me an “I'm not used to your boobs but I'm gonna pretend they're not there” hug, and headed out the door, leaving me to my own devices. I knew Mary had to work today, as she had told me before I left last night, so I chose to just relax and lounge around, still having time off from work.

“Gotta love extended sick leave.” I said with a smirk as I opened up my laptop. As soon as I did, I saw a message appear in the top of my screen.

Amber: Hey

“Oh shit! Amber! I haven't talked to her in forever...” I said with a twinge of guilt. I opened up Skype and replied.

Me: Hey :)

Amber: How have you been? Sorry I was gone for a bit, had to get some things situated.

Me: I understand. Its been really hectic for the past few days anyways.

Amber: Oh? Why is that?

Me: Well...you probably won't believe me...but..

Amber: What?

Me: Well...I kinda...grew boobs.

Amber: ...what?

Me: I'm not even joking. I am dead serious.

Amber didn't reply for a bit, the Skype chat going dead for a good five minutes.

Me: You alright?

Amber: Yes, just...I had no idea that

She didn't finish the sentence for whatever reason.

Me: What?

Amber: Well...I recently purchased a voodoo doll from an antique store nearby...called Tiffany's Antiques...or something like that...

Me: Oh? What does that have to do with this? Hope that doesn't sound rude, I just feel like that came out of nowhere.

Amber: Well, let me get to it. I bought it because...well, the woman there said it would help me grow my boobs out if I put piles of clay on the front of it...I always wanted bigger boobs, even with my DDs...and it never did work, so I just kept putting more and more on...

I hesitated a bit, not exactly knowing where this was going

Me: When did you start doing this?

Amber: Well...a little bit after our last conversation...when we talked about you having boobs...

Me: Oh...no, that couldn't be it...

Amber: I think it is Avery...

Me: How is that even possible though? Voodoo is just...superstition and that kind of nonsense...

Amber: Well...how else would you have boobs then? Have you had any medical evidence?

Me: ...no...

Amber: Well...its the best explanation, now isn't it?

Me: So...wait...if you remove all the clay you put on the doll...would I go back to normal?!

Amber: I'm not sure...possibly...but...

Me: But...what Amber?

Amber: I sort of...got frustrated this morning and...put a...lot of the clay on...

Me: How much clay...?

Amber: Pretty much all I had.

My eyes went wide as I felt the tingling taking hold of my chest again

Me: Oh shit Amber! Hurry! Get the doll! Get all the clay off of it! Quick! I feel I

I smashed down on the enter key as I began writhing, my tits burning in their usual way. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiiuunnhhh...” I moaned as my breasts began their surge outwards. My back arched as the pleasure coursed through my body. I felt my loose gray shirt stretch across, becoming tauter and tauter as my breasts advanced more and more. The bra I had on today was starting to pinch at the shoulders as cleavage began pouring out of it, giving a sort of mushrooming effect over its top. “No...oh God, hurry Amber...this needs to sto---ahhh!” I felt another push as my breasts began violently shaking, quaking this way and that as they burst forward, my bra snapping in two

“UNNNHH!” I let out a scream of absolute pleasure and panic, my bust becoming larger and rounder by the second. I felt myself go hard, but I didn't dare bring my hands down there. I was much too terrified with what I was experiencing. Further and further, bigger and bigger, they continued their quick charge into the fabric of my t-shirt, the fabric beginning to creak as it rode up my now watermelon sized breasts. “Oh man...how big are they gonna get...?” I asked worriedly as my breasts jutted forward a few inches swiftly while still consistently growing at their rapid pace. My bed began to squeak under the weight, the springs being put under enormous pressure. That pressure couldn't compare to what my breasts were experiencing. Soon my shirt formed small holes across the arms and in the front of my bust, flesh pouring out of them as I gained more and more mass. “This isn't good...at this rate...”

I heaved myself to the side, getting off my back. They spilled off the edge of the bed and continued their unforgiving growth. I was panting, the pleasure still at fever pitch. Soon, the weight was too much and I collapsed to the ground, landing on my gigantic tits. The pleasure spiked and I came involuntarily, no stroking needed. “HOOOLY SHIIIT!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs in a heated fervor, but it just kept coming. My shirt then tore to pieces, my tight skin bare to the cold air around me. I felt my large nipples and areolas swell also, crawling across the ground. My aerolas must have been the size of dinner plates, my nipples as large as soda cans. The pleasure built more and more, much to the dismay of my sore member, and they were soon the size of beach balls, possibly larger. I tried to lift myself, but I couldn't. Their weight was too much. I was stuck there, feeling myself getting pushed upwards by their billowing form.

“Please! Stop! No more! I can't take it!” I cried out, feeling them disagree with another big pump of flesh filling into them, their size now at about yoga balls. I rested my arms on them, feeling them get bigger and bigger, pressing against my bed, then against my closet on the other side. I closed my eyes and felt myself go faint, scared of what may come. Imagining myself getting crushed by the ceiling, suffocating, crashing through the floor...

They let out another groan at ballooned a few more inches, and I surrendered myself, going limp, unable to stop their horrifying and unstoppable expansion...

And then, they stopped. Within the blink of an eye, all the pleasure vanished from my body. I opened my eyes and stared down, seeing only a wall of flesh. But I also saw them moving...down? Yes...yes, they were shrinking! Second by second, the two large chunks of fat that were my breasts were slowly diminishing before my very eyes!

“Yes! YES! It worked!” I had tears of joy in my eyes as my breasts soon returned to watermelon size, then basketballs. Cantaloupes, to D cups, to C cups, down to B, then A, then...nothing. There it was, my normal flat chest. I looked back at my laptop, shoved aside a bit, but still opened.

Amber: Did it work?

Avery?

Are you ok? :(

Me: I'm fine. It worked perfectly! Thank you so much Amber!

Amber: Oh good. :) I'm so sorry I did that to you sweetie. I didn't know it was going to happen to you, or at all for that matter!

Me: Its fine Amber...

I thought about it for a moment, realizing all that had come from everything I had been through.

Me: In fact...thank you. They really helped. I mean, I'm glad they're gone, don't get me wrong...but...you really helped...

Amber: Really?

I went on to explain my week. I told her about Mary, and all the terrific things that I now had because of my once massive jugs. 

Amber: I'm so happy for you. I knew you'd get someone. I just knew it :')

Me: Thank you. I really appreciate it. Now, I gotta go meet up with Mary real quick!

Amber: I understand. Go have fun now, ok? ;)

Me: Will do ;)

I pulled my phone out and texted Mary, and planned to meet her in a few hours. I drove over to her place, and knocked on her door. She opened it and a complete look of shock hit her.

“That's the first time someone has been shocked by normal me” I joked as I went in and gave her a hug. She hugged back tight. We pulled back and she looked down and pouted. She looked back up at me.

“I miss them already.” I snickered, which evolved into a huge laugh. We just stood there for a moment, holding each other, then she invited me in, and we resumed life as usual.

It was as if nothing had changed.

EPILOGUE

I'm not sure if there is much to say. I could give you the whole “happily ever after” shpeal, but that's just not how it works. I mean, yeah, Mary and I ended up with each other. We had a few fights here and there, some more serious than others, but we always made up in the end. 

The doctors were stumped. And I mean STUMPED. They had no idea what the hell happened. They asked all these questions and did a few tests. They asked if I knew what happened, and I just shrugged and said “guess I'm just weird like that.” After a while, they just let it go as an 'anomaly' and I went back to life as usual.

Let's see here...Melanie eventually broke up with Darryl, obviously, but for completely different reasons. Continuing domestic stuff. Bastard ended up hitting her, and she cut it off there. Her and Mary still live together, and we all hang out together on occasion.

I still talk with Amber. She's still trying to figure out that damn Voodoo doll. I told her not to mess with it, but she just can't resist now that she knew how it worked. I recall blowing up a few more times after that. Hell, I ask her to do it for Mary and I on occasion, for a little...erm...”fun”...hehehe...

I think she got it to work on herself eventually. Got the J cups she always wanted. I never could understand why she wanted them that big...but I guess I could somewhat get it, being almost that large for a while. Being all huge, jiggly and soft...it really was a good feeling a lot of the times. Sure, they're heavy as sin, but you adjust eventually, I suppose. Maybe she even figured out a way to give herself natural support. Who knows. Voodoo dolls are vague and mysterious like that. I still wanna meet this “Tiffany” lady that sold it to her. Ask her a few questions.

Anyways...yeah, I think that's about it. I don't think there's much left here. Don't wanna bore you with any minute details or anything. Mary and I, even though I don't have boobs the size of my head anymore, are still a pair of problems.

We wouldn't have it any other way.