"Okay, I've added the cat-ears. Now, do you think I'd look better with a bunny nose or a bird beak?" The 22-year old college girl shifted a little on her couch so she could hold her pencil better, while making a few alterations on the semi-anthropomorphic sketch of herself. Between her right shoulder and ear she was holding a telephone from which she impatiently awaited a reply. Meanwhile, the other occupant of the couch looked up at her with a similarly impatient look in her eyes. "I swear I've already fed you twice today, Mitty", she told her begging pet. All the black cat responded was "meow" before getting up and jumping off the couch, walking towards the kitchen. "I dunno...", Amy could hear the voice of her boyfriend, Thomas Graves, finally say through the receiver. "Wouldn't a beak be more of a mouth instead of a nose?" Amy noticed that the wolf-tail wasn't really fluffy, and redrew it. "Then how about a bird beak with a bunny nose on top?" she offered. "Wouldn't that look weird?", Thomas laughed. Amy also began to chuckle, messing up the tail on her sketch. "I already have cat-ears, a wolf-tail, bear paws and the legs of a goat", she reminded her boyfriend. "I don't think a beak-bunny-nose hybrid would make it any weirder." < She could almost hear Thomas shrugging on the other end. "If you say so..." Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm drawing this for you, remember?", she reminded him, dropping the sketchbook beside her. "I said I'd show it to you tomorrow, and I will. By the way, could you pick me up? My car's still in the workshop." "No problem. You wanted to go to the beach, right?" "Yep!" Amy glanced at the package next to her on the couch. "I bought a new swimsuit off the Internet, and I wanna show it to you." "Oooh, what is it? Perhaps a small, sexy bikini?" Amy imagined Thomas smirking on the other end, and blushed slightly. "A one-piece swimsuit. You know I can't wear a two-piece in public..." It's not like there's much to see, she added in thoughts. "Well, can't say I wouldn't mind seeing you in one." Thomas chuckled. "But I think I'd enjoy you in any outfit... Anyway, it's pretty late, so I'm going to bed." Amy looked back at her sketchbook. "But I still need to know if you find me cuter with- !" "You're always cute, no matter with a beak or a cow udder." Amy's blush darkened at this rather unusual compliment. "See you tomorrow!" "I-I'll be counting the minutes!", Amy chirped. She waited until he hung up, then put the receiver back on the loading station next to her couch. Checking the clock she noticed it was almost midnight. "Okay, I'll try on the swimsuit and then go to bed", she told herself, turning towards the package. It was an ordinary cardboard box, sealed with brown packing tape and bearing a label that read: Amanda Reisman Baker Street C&D Enterprises, Florida. Amy carefully removed the tape and opened the package. Taking a look inside though, she was quite surprised at what she found. "...Hey, this isn't the swimsuit I ordered!" Instead of the green flower pattern she had ordered, Amy pulled out a plain light blue swimsuit from the box. It looked like it would fit her 5'8 body, but closer inspection revealed it would probably lay slack around her feminine curves while being too tight on her waist. Confused, Amy put the swimsuit down for a moment, and started searching through the rest of the box. Eventually her hands came across a small piece of paper. She first thought it was the delivery note, but after pulling it out Amy found it to be a letter with the logo of the bikini corporation on top. Holding the letter in front of her, she hesitated a moment, not knowing if she should really read a foreign letter not meant for her. But in the end, curiosity got the better of her, and Amy began reading it out loud to herself. "Dear esteemed colleagues..." "This is the prototype model for our new swimsuit. For those of you not yet informed, this model is meant for the still developing 14-18 age group. The chest and hip areas are to be constructed with a special fabric that will stretch if exposed to water. The idea is to advertise this swimsuit as the only one teenage girls will ever have to buy, as it will stretch to fit them as they grow older. This may impact sales of our other models, but our analysts say it will have an utterly devastating impact on the opposition. Your task is to turn this prototype into a mass-production model in six or so months. Management expects a first report on its durability, stretch capacity, and reversibility in two months. Best of luck, Dr. Collette." Amy carefully resealed the envelope and shoved it back in the box. Picking up the swimsuit again, she noticed that the upper and lower regions had been patched with another material. She then wondered if those guys at the test facility got her swimsuit. Amy giggled, imagining two befuddled lab techs staring at her flowery swimwear. "...Next time though, I think I'll stick to local stores instead of the Internet." Amy almost had put the suit back in the box, before a thought struck her. Well, since it's here... She stood up and walked out of her living room, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom. She tossed the suit into the sink, unknowingly knocking a piece of soap onto the floor, and switched on the lights. Carefully she closed the door behind her, before running straight over to the window. The window was high up and rather small, but the mere thought of anyone peeking inside made her shut it tight. Once her privacy was assured Amy stripped out of her clothes and grabbed the swimsuit, unable to resist a sigh as she glanced into the mirror for a second. Her body wasn't bad, to tell the truth. She was strong for her size, and in good shape. Everyone told her that her hazel eyes and short brown hair gave her a very pretty appearance, not to mention what Thomas had said earlier. But that didn't stop her fantasies of having an a little bit larger figure, if not an extremely large one. Amy blushed slightly as she thought of the risqué sketchbook she was hiding under her mattress. When she was alone in the house, Amy would sometimes lock herself in her room, similar to now, lie on her bed, and begin to draw pictures of herself - pictures in which she had breasts. Big breasts. Huge ones. It always started with a slightly larger bulge in her clothes, not noticeably bigger than usual. Then she would erase the lines and redraw herself over and over, being a bit more equipped every time. Mostly, the sketches ended with big F- or G-cups, about the size of her head. But sometimes, Amy would draw breasts larger than her own body, or if she felt especially brave, go as far and fill out the entire paper with her boobs. Not even Thomas knew her secret, and she was very careful to hide that perverted streak of hers. Turning away from the mirror Amy slipped into the swimsuit, finding her misgivings confirmed: While the suit was tight around her waist, her small butt and chest refused to fill out the baby-blue fabric, leaving it loose around these parts. Amy morosely turned from side to side, feeling the fabric sway with her. "Not really comfortable", she remarked, hopping in place. The loose fabric slid a bit, but it wasn't enough for anyone to notice. Putting her hands on her waist she looked back at the mirror, taking a step back to get a better view. "But...it's not like I've got anything else for tomorr-AAH!" Amy suddenly felt something slippery under her foot. Too late to compensate for it, she lost her balance and stumbled backwards. She tripped over the edge of her shower, her head smacking into the wall, and her left arm accidentally turning on the shower. Amy reflexively shut her eyes as the water rained down, while she tried to get up. Her arms were pressing against the wall of the shower while her feet still remained outside of it, her whole body leaning backwards. While she tried to get her legs into the shower, her suit suddenly felt like it was loosening around her. "Oh no!", she shrieked, remembering the letter. Amy tried to get out, but accomplished little more than pointless flailing. She paled as the blue fabric bunched up on her chest, forming large folds on her chest. Her hand clawed desperately at the wall of the shower, until it finally found and shut the valve. Amy's swimsuit absorbed the last drops of water as the shower cut off. Slowly, she pulled herself out, unwilling to look at anything but the ceiling. Once back on both feet, she felt the swimsuit sag down - she knew she would regret it, but she looked anyway. The butt had luckily remained dry, being only slightly loser if even, but the chest was a different story. A few drops fell from her wet hair into the bulge of her swimsuit before she quickly pushed the wet strands out of her face. Amy blushed deeply as she placed her thumbs under the saggy holders of her suit, finding she could easily pull them almost a foot forward. With a sigh she slipped out of the suit and threw it over the shower rod. "...What'll I do?", she moaned, grabbing a towel to dry herself. "I have a date with Tommy, no swimsuit, and tomorrow's a holiday, so all the shops are closed!" She continued haranguing herself as she changed into a blue nightgown. "'I don't need this old thing!'" She mimicked herself in memory of how she had tossed her former swimsuit into the garbage. "'I've got a new one being shipped over! Nothing could go wrong!'" She shut her eyes, trying not to cry. "...I-I'm an idiot...", she screamed, running over to the door. Before she left the bathroom she took one last look back at the swimsuit. "I wish I'd fit into that thing...", she whispered, before slamming the door in frustration. If she had just stayed a bit longer and the curtains were opened, she would have seen a shooting star outside the window. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sun streamed into Amy's little bedroom, stirring the recalcitrant blob of blue and white blanket. "...It's...holiday...", she murmured. However, when she tried to roll over, she found something warm and hefty in the way, as if there was a weight on her chest. Groggily she lifted the blanket, absently wondering what the bulge was. Once it was revealed, she chuckled and smiled knowingly. "Aww, Mitty...You know you aren't supposed to be there, she admonished playfully. The cat on her chest simply stretched and yawned. "I guess I really didn't feed you last night, huh?" Amy giggled at the cat's plaintive stare. She picked up the black furball and kicked off the covers. Mitty purred as Amy carried her out of the bed and put her on the ground. "You'll get your dinner, I promise", Amy said, stroking Mitty's fur. Leaving her little pet behind she walked into the bathroom. The first thing she saw was the swimsuit hanging over the shower rod. Amy tried to ignore it while she began brushing her teeth, but she just couldn't put it out of mind. After she had finished, she turned towards the shower. "Maybe... the water evaporated overnight and it fits me again?", she thought out loud, realizing at the time how little this glimpse of hope was. "...It's not like I've got anything to lose..." She pulled the suit off the rod. Just by holding it, she could already tell that it hadn't shrunk an inch. Amy wanted to throw it away, and save herself the embarrassment, but something stopped her. Slowly, she took off her nightgown, and once more changed into the swimsuit. What was she doing? She only had the bottom half on and knew already it won't fit. Still Amy pulled the holders all the way over her shoulders, staring at the fabric hanging off her chest. "I...guess I'd better call Thomas and... cancel...", she whispered. She reached up to grab the right strap and disrobe, but just before she took hold, Amy suddenly felt strange. There was something affecting her body, but she had no idea what. It wasn't uncomfortable or painful, it was just... weird. Amy shook her head, reaching back up to grab the strap, when her whole body suddenly froze. A warm shiver passed through her body, the young woman gasping sharply as it reached her chest. . Amy closed her eyes as her breasts began to feel hot, and reached out for something she could hold onto. Before she found anything, a strong rush of hormones paralyzed her, forcing out another gasp. Amy's entire body grew stiff like a board, and she unconsciously stuck out her chest. She felt her breasts cool again, until they merely felt pleasantly warm. At the same time, however, another feeling settled into them, like somebody was stroking her bosom with cotton. Glancing towards the ground Amy's eyes went wide as she watched her breasts slowly begin to swell, bulging out from her body. She tried to scream, but the most that came out was a dry croak, and even that ceased as she watched her breasts grow into her loose swimsuit. Rising like bread in an oven her meat buns began to curve, taking on a dome-like shape. Their soft outlines became more and more recognizable, gradually growing out and closer together. A little longer and her breasts pushed together, still growing out as they pressed against each other. Amy could feel them tingling everywhere they touched the swimsuit, gradually conquering the large sack of fabric. She began to pant as the top of her bosom rose higher, while its bottom wandered lower. After a few seconds her breasts turned into full spheres, becoming even bulkier. Proudly ignoring gravity they firmly pointed out from her body, not hanging down in the slightest. They even formed a decent amount of cleavage, pushing gently against each other. As the growth made her ever more sensitive, Amy's legs began to tremble. Stumbling through her bathroom, she leaned against the sink, the feeling of growth pushing itself deeper into her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure, only for them to snap open as she sensed another region of her body was starting to warm up. She quickly looked down her back. The feeling was a little weaker, but it was the same warmth that had settled into her breasts before the growth. She couldn't see any changes in the slightly saggy fabric, though. Relieved, Amy sighed, only for it to catch in her throat when her buttocks began to expand, swelling like her bust. Horrified she took her eyes back to her front, but almost screamed as her breasts had achieved the healthy diameter of CD's. Despite the large size, her nipples were still pointing straight away from her, giving her bosom an unrealistic firmness. Her flesh was so soft and smooth, one could almost believe that it was all natural(which was somewhat correct). Her ever-growing breasts and butt steadily filled out the elastic material of her suit: While her breasts were still nowhere near the fabric, her butt was already starting to fit, slowly growing into a cute heart-shape. The larger her curves became the stronger the pleasure surged through Amy, her legs feeling like they were made of jelly. To make matters worse, her massive chest was starting to hurt her back and shoulders. As she ranged into D-cup areas Amy finally hit on a solution: Her suit seemed to be the cause of the growth, so taking it off would probably stop it. She managed to put a trembling hand on her shoulder, leaving the other on the sink to support her. While her body continued to grow Amy tried to pull off the strap. However, this proved surprisingly difficult, as no matter what method she used or from what direction she came, her arm always brushed her breast. And whenever that happened, it sent a paralyzing jolt of pleasure through the young college girl, leading her to quickly pull her hand back again. After about four tries, Amy came to the realization that she was doomed to watch her figure flare into an hourglass. Looking past her prospering bust she saw her hips had become a little wider to suit her enlarged butt, which by now almost fit the suit perfectly. Her bosom wasn't far behind, with little room left between her skin and the fabric. "This isn't real!" Amy looked up to the ceiling. She shut her eyes, feeling her body swelling and growing. "I'm still in my bed, this is a dream, I'm still in my bed, this is a dream, I'm still in my bed..." But no matter how much she repeated that mantra, her body cheerfully ignored her pleas, getting ever bigger. By that point she had achieved a quite top-heavy figure, her breasts firm and smooth like the skin of a ripe melon, while feeling soft like its inners. There were only a few inches left between her pineapple-sized orbs and the fabric, her bosom already gracing the suit at various spots. Amy's butt also stuck out prominently, wrapping the fabric tightly around itself, so much that it some of her cheeks looked out a little over the edges. Still not wanting to believe this was happening Amy gathered her courage, and placed her hands on her butt. With a deep blush she felt her firm booty giving in to her touch, finding it was far more sensitive than before. She ran her hands over her fruity bum with hips the as wide as her shoulders. It wasn't really that big, but just enough to attract some attention, especially since it surpassed her still growing chest in shape and firmness. Feeling her sensitive butt press into her palms Amy suddenly cooed slightly. Almost unconsciously, her hands began moving up and down, gently stroking through the sweet meat of her rear. Her blush grew darker as she felt the swelling, moving mass of flesh between her fingers. It took a while before she realized what she was doing, and let go. Just as she wondered if she would ever stop growing, she suddenly felt as the swelling in her butt stopped, leaving it tightly inside her swimsuit. A short moment of relief later however another sensation made her body go numb again: On top of her still growing breasts her nipples began to press into her suit, making her gasp in pleasure once more. As the rest of her bosom followed it pushed out the many wrinkles on the fabric, while steadily stretching the loose holders. Soon all bits of slack vanished from her swimsuit, getting pulled taut by her swelling chest. Fighting the upcoming the sensations Amy pressed her legs together. Her grip on the basin grew harder, sweat dripping into the sink as she bent over it. Though she was leaning forward, her breasts were firmly held by the now almost perfectly fitted swimsuit. She began to pant, her breathing growing faster as the pleasure eroded her self-control. With closed eyes and an open mouth she lifted her head up, staying silent for a moment in a last attempt to control herself. "Don't do it!" a voice in the back of her head shouted, and she knew she should have listened to that voice in her head. After a small struggle however she pushed off from the basin. Still with an open mouth she grabbed her breasts, hastily wrapping her fingers around the swelling meat buns. Amy shivered as she pressed her hands into her breasts, her bubble butt shaking a little. "This...ahn~...is horrible", she moaned. In response, her hands began to softly massage her bust. "N-no...", she stuttered, her lips quivering in pleasure. The growing and groping was so elevating, so satisfying, so... "N-no!", she moaned once more. "I...ahn~... d-don't want this! I...don't want this! I...ahhn~! don't...d-don't-" With one last touch Amy's self-control fell apart. Putting her head back even further she moaned loudly and lustfully as her hands forcefully groped her massive bust. A slight cleavage appeared on the top of her tightening swimsuit, the rift growing higher the harder she squeezed her boobs. While her moans intensified Amy stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by the sensation. Bumping into the wall behind her she automatically rubbed against it, getting even louder. Her screams reached their zenith, Amy nearly fainting from the feeling. The walls of her bathroom send back her echo as she roared in pleasure, her hands almost shoving her breasts back into her body. For a second, she thought she was flying, her breasts still swelling into her palms. Once the feeling subsided, Amy's numb hands fell from her breasts, hanging limply at her sides. Exhausted, she almost slid down the wall, barely staying on her feet. The only thing she felt now was her swimsuit, lying skin-tight on her buxom curves. After a few seconds the surge of flesh stopped, while the leftover sensations inside her quickly diminished. There was still a slight tingle in her bust, but it wasn't enough to keep her aroused. Once she had calmed down, Amy took a look down at herself... however, except for two blue spheres she couldn't see much: She had felt their growth the entire time, but to actually see the enormous size her breasts had gained...They must have at least been as big as her head, or even a bit larger, considering they were rounder than a head...or even a normal pair of breasts. Amy felt their weight dragging on her shoulders, but couldn't spot any hints that gravity actually affected them. Despite their sheer size, her swimsuit did a quite good job at covering her massive breasts, leaving only an inch of cleavage at the top and a slight amount of skin at the side to peek out. Her breasts' impressive dimensions almost made Amy forget about the other half of her body. It wasn't nearly as striking as her oversized chest, but she guessed her butt still would be rather noticeable if compared to most other women. A small amount of skin dared to poke out beyond her swimsuit, just enough so one could see her butt's defined curves. Still panting, Amy glanced into the mirror. She knew it was her, but it was hard to admit. Her body had grown into quite an hourglass shape, far different from the slim form she had a few minutes ago. Her swimsuit, despite being rather conservative in design, lay so tight on her skin it gave Amy a pretty sultry appearance. After staring at the reflection of her outstanding front for a while, Amy turned around, examining her prominent backside. She continued to shift back and forth to look at herself from all angles, blushing the entire time. Once she was done, Amy slowly made a step towards the door. As her foot touched the ground, she felt her breasts bounce slightly, and a slight jiggle in her butt. Blushing deeper she carefully put one foot in front of the other, tiptoeing over to the door. Upon arrival she opened it a crack. Suddenly, a dark shape darted into the room. It immediately attacked Amy's legs, before looking up at her with a pair of big yellow eyes. A smile grew on Amy's face, and a slight giggle echoed through the bathroom. Still blushing, Amy bent down to her cat, her breasts hanging down slightly as she ruffled Mitty's neck. "Hey sweetie! Looks like sleeping on my chest'll be a little harder now, huh?" Mitty just purred, snuggling her mistress' legs. "Hah... I really am a weirdo! I mean I should freak out right now, scream in hysteria or go to a hospital, but instead, I'm making jokes with my cat!” Chuckling, Amy picked up Mitty, pressing her against her chest. Soon she was rubbing against her breasts, sending even more blood into Amy's face. "Let's have a healthy breakfast for now, shall we? I won't forget about you, don't worry", she said softly, turning to walk out of the bathroom, smiling slightly. "For some reason, I think I'll start with a big glass of milk." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a quiet midmorning in the neighbourhood. A slight squeaking interrupted the silence as the door of Amy's house opened a little. Cautious, the young art student leaned her head out of the rift, taking a thorough look outside. The street was deserted, her lawn empty except for the rain barrel in front of her house, and she couldn't see any sign of her neighbours. Nervously Amy opened her door a bit further. Her breasts brushed against the edge as she squeezed her body through, her butt at the same time rubbing the frame. Since none of her clothes fit her anymore, Amy was still wearing the swimsuit over her new hourglass body. Once she had pulled herself and a bag of garbage though the door, she left it ajar while checking once more for anyone watching. Sure to be alone, she walked towards her garbage can at the street. She paused at each step to look around (and to let her breasts finish bouncing), though she was constantly telling herself that it would be wiser to hurry up. At breakfast Amy had pretty much accepted her situation, simply because she couldn't do anything about it. She'd tried to reverse the process by taking the swimsuit off, but that didn't do anything. She also couldn't imagine that going to a doctor would help: By all means this had not been a natural growth spurt, nothing that modern medicine could explain. The only thing she would get from it were dozen of doctors and nurses staring at her nude body, and maybe some completely useless advice. Besides, even if it sounded a bit weird, Amy found the situation was not that bad. If she had grown a second head or something, that would be cause for panicking, but gaining a figure some other women longed for their entire life seemed pretty harmless in comparison. And, after all, she couldn't deny a part of her had not always wanted this - the proof was lying right beneath her mattress. So even if it sounded totally crazy, Amy had accepted her changes. They would come with a lot of problems, but she was confident she could handle them. What she was dreading, however, were everyone's reactions towards her sudden...bloom. Despite her new appearance, Amy was still the same shy weirdo from before, who expressed herself better with art than words. Sooner or later she knew she would have to confront her friends and neighbours. But for now she just wanted to avoid embarrassing herself for as long as possible - which would be rather short, considering her boyfriend was due in an hour. She still had no idea what she would tell Thomas. How would he react? Would he believe her? And most importantly, would he still like her? He joked and teased Amy about herself, but he was actually quite shy about women. Would he...leave? The more Amy thought about it, the more she wanted to cancel the date, even though this would only buy her a little time. Looking up at the sky though she thought delaying the trip would be a good idea: The beautiful morning weather had taken a turn to the worse, black storm clouds covering the whole sky. "Great, now the suit fits, but the weather isn't playing along", she sighed, popping the top off the garbage can and stuffing the bag inside. She tried to close it, but the can was too full. Putting her weight on the top she tried to shove it down, her breasts bouncing as she jumped up and down. With one last mighty shove, she slammed the top on the overfilled can, finally closing it. "Phew...okay, maybe these will be a bigger problem than I thought..." she said, wiping some sweat from her brow. A cool breeze blew over the street. Shivering, Amy hugged herself, her arms slightly pushing her breasts up. Her cleavage lifted up a little higher, a warm prickle going through her body. Before she lost herself in the feeling however Amy suddenly heard a loud slam. She glanced behind, only to see that the door had been closed by the wind. "Oh shoot!" Ignoring the bouncing of her body, Amy rushed to her house. She yanked on the latch, only to find that it was locked. "Oh that's just wonderful!" she yelled, kicking the door weakly. "And I don't have a key!" Calming down again Amy tried to think of something. Maybe a window...? No, she wouldn't fit, plus she had shut them all because of the looming rain. "A spare!", it suddenly struck her. "I can go ask ...miss...." The idea died on her lips as she looked down at herself. While she thought about what else she could do a small drop of water suddenly landed on her shoulder. "Oh no...please don't", she whispered, staring up at the dark sky. In mere moments the heavens opened up, soaking Amy to the bone in seconds. Some of it flowed over her round breasts and into her cleavage, soaking her even under the bikini. . Silently wishing she was wearing more than just her swimsuit and a pair of sandals, Amy hugged herself again, slightly squeezing her bosom. "Can this get any worse?" she sighed As she stood there in the freezing rain, the rain barrel next to her slowly filling with water, Amy felt her swimsuit loosening. "...I need to keep my mouth shut", she sighed, watching as the fabric stretched around her butt and breasts. Amy pressed her back against the door in a futile attempt to slow the stretching, and wrapped her arms around her breasts (trying to ignore the tingling as she touched herself). "Great, the swimsuit's slipping off", she mumbled. "Now I'll freeze to death just a tiny bit-huh?" Much to her surprise, she found that her body was warming up, especially around certain parts of her body. A horrid suspicion arose inside Amy: She knew that warmth. "Oh no..." Amy abruptly gasped, feeling her sensitive breasts press against her arms. "N-no! Stop!", she weakly cried. "I-I don't want to be any bigger! Really!" Despite her pleading, her bust once more started to fill out the fabric of her suit, while her butt pressed against the door behind her. Her curves soon grew back into the swimsuit, starting to grow simultaneously with the fabric as it soaked up the rain. Tingles and prickles shot through Amy's body, her arousal soon picking up where it had left off earlier. Now completely convinced the swimsuit was responsible Amy strengthened the hug on her chest to keep it as dry as possible. But as the folds of breast flesh lapped over her arms Amy quickly let go, fearing she would start groping herself again. As she did, her breasts bounced forward, each jump pushing a slightly darker tone of red into her face. Despite its constant growth her swimsuit seemed to be slightly stretched around her bosom, leading her slight cleavage to steadily wander lower. While her delicate neckline grew with her bust, giving deep insight to her curving orbs, a similar scene was playing out on the other end of Amy's body: Slowly the blue fabric of her swimsuit slid over her bulking buttocks, getting pushed into her butt gap. Her stunning backside spread over the door, her hips growing way past her shoulders. They seemed to channel a bit of their growth into her thighs as they were getting a little tauter as well. Amy's breath was hard and intense, the young woman's moans sounding like she was about to bear a child. Though her body was actually growing into her swimsuit, Amy felt like her curves were pushing the fabric outward, still feeling skin-tight on her body. Putting her head into her neck she raised her glare up to the black sky, though she couldn't see anything as her eyes were closed. Her wet hair clung to her equally wet skin, while drops of water rolled everywhere over her body. With breasts bigger than her head and a rump of matching size Amy had to fight for her balance. Spreading her meaty legs, she tried to keep herself up, rubbing her massive butt over the door. Amy could feel that barely any water was reaching her butt in this position, slowing the stretching of her suit and, by extension, her butt. Still, she didn't want to see what it looked like right then. If she had, she would have seen a butt twice the size from before the first growth, giving her lower body a very definite pear shape. A rough third of her butt was not covered by her swimsuit, the rest of the fabric lying tight around her full bum. From the side, her rear would have stuck out at least a foot and a half to the back if it wasn't squeezed against the door. The slowing of her butt's expansion only provided little relief to Amy, since her bosom was still fully exposed to the rain. Soaking up the water the stretching swimsuit forced her breasts to grow after them. She thought about placing her arms back around them, but since the feel of the swimsuit and the rain on her body were already hard to resist, she decided to keep her hands off. Plus, as her figure became increasingly top-heavy, Amy soon had to grab the door frame to help support her weight. Getting ever larger her massive bosom had already grown into her sight, the top of it standing above her chin. Her swimsuit was sporting a decent, not deep-cut cleavage that gave the young art student a subtle sex appeal. "Oooo~ooh god..." Amy moaned, her mind flooded with heavy arousal. The larger her breasts became, the more water landed on them, the more they squeezed against each other and the suit, the more Amy wanted to grab them. It was a vicious cycle, and it was looking better and better to her. She wrapped her fingers tighter around the wood of the door frame, her bust moving forth and back as her breathing accelerated. When her breasts surpassed beach balls and Amy could barely stand, the heavens finally showed mercy. Just as quickly as it began, the rain stopped, going from heavy shower to weak mist in seconds. As the last drops fell, the sun pierced though the mass of black clouds right down on Amy. Her swimsuit absorbed the last of the water and finally stopped stretching, her breasts immediately following. Still holding onto the doorframe, Amy carefully looked down at her chest, but it was too large to even see all of it. As she lowered her head the tip of her chin vanished inside her generous cleavage, and when she moved her arms slightly they already graced the furthest of her firm curves. Proudly defying gravity her breasts were incredibly full and round, pointing like two giant pumpkins from her body. Despite their firmness however Amy had to use every ounce of strength to keep herself from falling forward. With a pained and deeply blushing face she pressed against the door, wrapping her fingers tightly around the frame. Her butt was under extreme pressure, while her hands began to hurt. Only one question was on her mind: Why did this happen? "God damned post office!", Amy cried at the brightening sky. "If they hadn't mixed up-" Suddenly, her bust began to shake as Amy's body leaned forward. "Oh nononono!" Losing her grip on the door, Amy literally shot forward as her butt rebounded to its round and firm form. She helplessly stumbled around, driven by her monstrous breasts as she tried to balance herself. Jumping and jiggling they tried to drag her towards the ground, but Amy would have none of it. After a long and bouncy struggle the young woman finally managed to stand still. Her legs were spread far apart, her upper-body tilted back so she wouldn't fall. "...All right, Amy", she whispered, slowly tilting into a somewhat stable pose. "Just don't make a wrong move and you may not end up like a turtle on its-" That was when Mitty ran through the catflap and dashed through Amy's legs. Shrieking in surprise Amy bent forward, just a little, but still too much. Dragged by her bosom her body leaned forward, just beginning to fall. Knowing she couldn't fight her giant knockers she closed her eyes, helplessly awaiting the impact. Instead of landing on the lawn, however, Amy's belly bumped against a wooden edge. Like on a seesaw her breasts' weight made her body flip forward, her legs rising upwards while her upper half went down. She was about to open her eyes when her head and torso suddenly hit water, and she felt herself falling upside down. Her head bumped against the bottom of the mysterious container she had fallen into, while her breasts pressed slightly into its walls. After a second Amy found that she had fallen into her rain barrel. At the same time however she also realised the danger she had gotten into: Her legs and butt were still outside in the air, but her upper-body was stuck beneath the surface of the water. Panicked, Amy pedaled her legs, her butt shaking to the rhythm of her feet. Thanks to her huge breasts she could barely move her arms, and overturning the barrel with just her legs soon proved impossible. Amy resisted the urge to gulp in order to save her breath. 'Oh god I don't wanna die!', she thought in fright. 'Idon'twannadieIdon'twannadieIdon't-' Just then, the water level inside the barrel quickly began to drop, sinking from her waist. 'Huh? Is the barrel leaking?' Confused at first, Amy suddenly felt a well-known tingle in her chest. She blushed a deep red as the space inside the barrel diminished further, her swimsuit quickly absorbing the water inside it. Still holding her breath, she fought back urges to moan and gasp as her breasts pressed ever harder against the confines of the barrel. Already comically huge they grew even larger, pushing her neckline deeper and deeper. It almost seemed like the suit knew its holder's troubles and absorbed the water faster than before, though it was more likely this was due to being surrounded by water this time. But it wasn't fast enough for Amy's liking. Running out of air Amy once again began to move her entire body in desperation, while her breasts were almost taking half of the space inside the barrel. 'Come on, grow!' she begged silently, her dark red face slowly turning blue. 'GrowgrowgrowgrowgrowgrowGROOOOOOOW!!!!' With a loud crack the barrel completely broke apart. Following the water Amy fell over, first landing on her breasts before her legs hit the ground. Amy gasped heavily, her bust wobbling as she hyperventilated for a few moments before she slowly calmed down again. However, the relief of narrowly escaping death didn't last long as Amy slowly grasped the dimensions her breasts had grown to: They were both almost as big as she was, and were still expanding as the suit absorbed the puddle she was lying inside. Amy could barely see anything besides her mountainous rack, and she doubted if standing up would change that - if she could ever get back on her feet, that is. Her cleavage showed an enormous amount of squeezing breast flesh, being at least as deep as her arm was long. Amy blushed a deep, dark red at the magnitude of her bust. "Wh-what have I done to deserve this...?", she asked herself. As she lay there, completely unable to move, Amy suddenly got aware of the soft lawn beneath her giant bosom, sending a heavy pulse of pleasure to her head. "~Ahhhh...", she moaned, dropping her arms a little. Her elbow graced the fabric of her swimsuit, the slight touch tearing on Amy's will to preserve at least a shred of decency. "~Ohh... this feels so...uuhhh~" Slowly she lowered her hands towards her bosom. "Nh~... no", she whispered with a weak voice, already stroking her massive mammaries softly. "I'm not... I mean... ~ahhh... what if somebody...ngh." For a moment she stopped, shivering from head to toe. "Ah screw it!", she finally said. "I... I want m-more!" Closing her eyes she thoroughly ploughed her hands through her giant breasts, sending tides of pleasure through her body. Moans and shrieks flowed from her like water, Amy rocking her body forth and back to rub her bosom over the ground. Right before she could really get into it something wet suddenly landed on Amy's shoulder. Her heart nearly stopped, but then beat very fast as drop after drop landed on her back. Glancing up at the sky she could see that the clouds had reassembled into a dark mass, prepared to drop a curtain of water down on the immobilised art student. And she smiled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Damn this took forever!" Thomas turned his blue sedan onto Baker Street, glancing at his watch. "Half past twelve...Well, at least the weather cleared up...", he muttered, putting down the sun shield as he gave his beige shorts, brown sandals, and brown shirt a disapproving once-over. "Really need to buy something a little more flashy." Thomas was a lean 6'1 college student, one year older than Amy. His middling length blond hair wavered slightly as he opened a window, his blue eyes meanwhile looking for the home of his girlfriend. "Why is it so hard to remember that's she lives on the east end, Thomas?", he asked himself. "I dunno, maybe its cause I'm an idiot who can't remember how streets......The hell is that?" He frowned, trying to identify whatever was lying on Amy's lawn. It was rather large and blue, though there was a U-shaped skin-tone segment at the top. Parking in front of the house he stepped out of his car, his eyes focused on the big thing in front of him. "...What in god's name is..." He froze. "Oh no. no. no...This can't be what it looks like..." Packed inside the skin-tight, baby-blue fabric of something that looked like a swimsuit was the largest pair of breasts Thomas had ever seen. Each giant orb of flesh was longer than his car from bumper to bumper, and looked incredibly firm and supple. "Okay, either I'm losing it, or that wasn't lemonade what I drunk this morning..." Unbelieving Thomas hesitantly stepped towards the massive piles of breast flesh. On top of them in the middle was a cleavage bigger than his whole body, even though it only showed a small part of the humongous breasts. "How did this even hap-" Just then he heard a "meow." "...Mitty?!" Almost unwillingly, he looked down. At the bottom of the bosom Mitty was sitting, scratching on the fabric of the swimsuit. Thomas swallowed. Mitty didn't go near anything unless she's familiar with it. "No", he whispered "No, that's impossible." Gingerly, he walked around the giant meat stacks - at a distance, of course - trying to see what (or rather, who) was attached to them. The first thing he saw was the edge of another big stack of flesh. He first thought it was another pair of breasts, but then realised it was a pair of butt cheeks in beach ball proportions. Moving on he found this monstrosity of a bum was held by a pair of lushly firm thighs beneath hips several times wider than him, until he finally spotted the face of his shy, introverted girlfriend stuck on the absurdly formed body. "No friggen way..." Amy turned her head towards Thomas. "Hey, babe!" Amy greeted her stunned boyfriend, giggling. During the growth her ground-reaching bust had lifted her back on her feet, the enormous size of her rear keeping her from falling backwards. She looked at Thomas like nothing had happened, giving him a warm smile with a nice red blush attached to it. "I know I've got lots to explain, but...ummm..." "Y-yeah?", Thomas replied quietly, trying to look her in the eyes. Amy pointed towards the front of her giant bosom. "...C-could you take the key I gave you and feed Mitty? She's been begging me for over an hour, and I don't think my swimsuit can take much more of this...and I'm not really in the shape to feed her right now..."