It was a late afternoon in December when a young woman was taking a walk through the park. Flakes danced around her nose as she walked over the snow-clad path, smiling at the white scenery around her. The branches of the trees were buckling under the weight of the snow, while the usually lush and green lawn was hidden beneath an at least two inch deep layer of snow. The path the woman was walking on wasn't quite as snowed, but her large winter boots still left deep imprints behind her. While it wasn't pitch-black the lanterns on each side of the path were already shining, their light reflecting in the surrounding snow, and with each minute that passed it was getting darker around her. Not many people were in the park aside from her - in fact, she had not met anybody. For most it was probably too cold to take a walk. A small chill occasionally caught the wandering woman as well, even though she was packed in heavy clothes from head to toe: A scarf hung around her neck, covering the lower part of her face, while her hair was hidden beneath a wool cap and her ears were protected by a pair of earflaps. She was wearing five different tops - a winter jacket, a pullover, a T-shirt, an undershirt with holders and her brassier if that counted - while thick jeans plus a pair of additional trousers beneath them covered her legs. And of course, she wore a pair of thick mittens over her hands, which she now blew into to warm herself up a little, and winter boots over her feet as well as two pairs of socks. Despite the cold weather however the woman smiled. Spreading her arms out she let the snowflakes fall down on her, her nose tickling slightly as one landed on it. "I love winter!", she shouted at the sky. 

The silence around her was then broken by her cell phone. She bit her mitten and pulled her hand out of it, before taking the cell phone out of her pocket. She put it into her other hand, slipped back into her glove and answered the call. "Hi Dad", she chirped into the receiver. "Yep, I'm on my way... In the park, guess I'll be there in around twenty or thirty minutes... Oh come on, don't bring out those spook stories! No rapist's gonna sit here and freeze his ass off!... Stay overnight? Nah, I think I'll stay at Claire's or Cynthia's place. Wanna hang around a little with them later, you know. We haven't seen each other since college, and they'll be busy for the rest of the holidays... Sure, I can stay for a round or two... No, college's fine, don't worry. I'll tell you all about it later. How's Mom?... Well, it's holidays, of course she's in stress! You could help her a little instead of watching ski jumping all day!" She laughed. "Okay, I should concentrate on the way now. It's already quite dark, and I don't wanna get lost... No need to greet her, I'll see her in a moment anyway... Love you too! Bye!"

She hung up and put the cell phone back into her pocket, before taking another look at the white fields of the park around her. The urge to build a snowman overcame her. She bent down to her knees, and began to drag the snow into a pile. As she did she remembered how she had always built snowmen with her family when she was younger. She would only stop when there was no snow left anymore, and immediately was back at work once it snowed again - their garden had basically been a snowman park. When they ran out of scars and tophats (which was quite often the case) she had begged her parents to buy new ones so her snowmen wouldn't freeze. When she was very young she had always cried when spring came and she had to watch as her snowmen garden slowly melted, her heart almost breaking when her Dad stripped them off their scarfs and tophats so they wouldn't get wet. Secretly she had put them back on in the night, leading more than few to end up in the garbage. Many people complained about the winter, especially when they get older. She on the contrary had always kept her childish love for the cold season, and though she didn't cry anymore she still felt sad every year when winter ended and the temperatures rose again.

Speaking about sad, the woman sadly noticed the snow wasn't firm enough to form it properly, and was only able to make a small snowball instead of a big snowman head. A bit disappointed she played a bit around with it, throwing it from one hand to the other. As she looked at the white globe an idea suddenly struck her: Tucking the snowball into her arm she formed another one that was roughly the same size. Standing up she pressed the two globes against her chest, cupping them with her hands. "Snow boobs!", she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. She walked a bit around, sticking her "breasts" out while slightly shaking her body in a more or less provocative way. "Too bad the snow's so powdery", she giggled "Or I could, like, make myself a pair of monster tits!" While she played busty girl some more she noticed the snowfall began to increase, almost rising up to a blizzard. Still holding the snowballs against her chest the woman pulled her arms around her body, shivering slightly despite her heavy clothing. "I should hurry to get home", she whispered, "Or Mom and Dad might worry." She was about to move on, when something caught her attention.

A bit off from the path, just outside the range of the lanterns, she could roughly see a shade in the snowstorm. It looked a bit like a young tree, but something about it seemed strange. Usually she wouldn't have put much attention to this, but somehow, she felt strangely attracted by the dark figure. Before she knew it she had strayed off from the path and taken a step on the lawn she couldn't see under the snow. It was a bit hard to move, her boots sinking deeply in the fresh snow, but the woman fought her way through. As she slowly came closer to the shade she suddenly began to feel warmer. She was about to drop one of her snowballs to open the zipper of her jacket a little, but then hesitated. For some reason, she felt like she should keep the globe. The woman stopped in her tracks, suddenly feeling a little insecure, if not scared. Why was she walking towards this shade? Why did she hesitate to drop a simple snowball? And what was this warm sensation inside her, here, in the middle of a snow storm? Quickly she shook her head. "What am I doing?", she scolded herself. "Mom and Dad are waiting for me!" She wanted to turn around again and get back on the path as fast as possible. But for some reason she couldn't take a step away from the shade. 

Standing in the snow the woman seemed unsure what she should do. After a while curiosity got the better of her (at least she told herself it was curiosity) and she took another nervous step towards the figure. Feeling a little warmer she tucked the snowballs under her arm, and opened the zipper of her winter jacket a little. She felt the cool air making its way inside it, but instead of getting colder, her body felt even warmer. She lowered her zipper a bit further while slowly marching towards the shade in the distance. With each step she took the warmth inside her increased, and her zipper steadily wandered downwards. Eventually she opened her jacket completely. The cold wind hit her from the front, but despite this she slipped out of one of the sleeves, and after putting the snowballs into her other arm completely stripped out of her jacket. Without thinking she dropped it to the ground, leaving it behind in the snow. A part of her mind questioned why she had just tossed it away, but then she already had put off her earflaps and mittens and thrown them down as well. Sweat formed on her face as she marched through the ankle-deep snow. She untied her scarf and let it fall, cautious not to drop the snow balls in the process. Even after this though the heat inside her was still going up, the young woman panting as she fought against the snowstorm. Pulling off her hat she narrowed her eyes, trying to get a better look at the shade. From the distance it appeared like a giant human-sized mushroom, although the cap seemed a bit deformed, a little too round and like it was split at the top. She then stopped for a moment to strip out of her boots and socks. Moving on she felt the cold snow surrounding her bare feet as they sunk into it, but she still didn't freeze, only feeling warmer as she was magically drawn towards the shade. While she approached the unknown object, leaving her pullover and T-shirt behind, its contours slowly became clearer: Opening the button of her jeans she saw the "cap" was actually protruding forward from the shade, in the opposite direction to the woman. While she pulled down her two pairs of pants the woman then had to blink a few times as she thought to identify the object. Stepping out of her pants she stopped roughly five feet away from it, seeing "it" was actually... again the woman shook her head. No, she thought, that couldn't be. She had to be hallucinating! It couldn't be that this was really...? 

The wind blew stronger against the woman who wore nothing but her undershirt and panties, unconsciously pressing the snowballs against her chest like before. Her mouth was open a little as she panted, some snowflakes flying inside it. Ignoring the heat she was unable to take her eyes off the figure in front of her. As impossible as it had seemed it really was a person, a woman as she could even see from behind. She could actually see very clearly it had to be a woman: Standing with her back to her she was completely naked, her body shining slightly in the darkness. Snow had fallen on her shoulders, her head, and... again the young woman blinked, her eyes almost bulging out of her face. Pointing directly at her was the woman's firm and voluptuous rear, the juicy cheeks being noticeably larger than an average butt. But that wasn't really what got her attention. Unbelieving she stared at what she had thought to be the cap of the mushroom, and what in truth now turned out to be the largest pair of breasts she had ever seen in her entire life. The wide bosom of the woman was at least five times wider than her actual body, being big enough to be used as a small bed. Each of her assets must have been at least the size of a bean bag chair, probably weighting more than both women together. They were round, perfectly round, like the snow globes in her hands, reaching far above her head and being way to large as that she could have put her arms around them. Snow was falling on the colossal curves of her chest as well as on her volleyball-sized buttocks. The fantastically formed woman was pressing her arms into the underside of her bosom as if to hold it, while staring slightly upwards into the sky, seemingly absent-minded. Standing in her underwear and holding the two snowballs against her chest the normal-sized woman still stared in disbelief at that monster of a woman in front of her, partly shocked, but though she wouldn't admit it also a little in awe. Looking so intensely at her bust she only barely noticed as the strange woman slowly turned her head that was barely distinguishable in the snowstorm and in front of her breasts around - not slowly as in slow-motion, more casually, as if she didn't really care what was behind her. The snowfall was too heavy as that the young woman could have seen the face of the stranger. Only her eyes were gleaming slightly in the dark. After a few seconds the busty woman turned her head around again. 

"Come closer." 

Surprised the young woman took a step back, needing a while to realize the woman with the hyper-bosom had spoken. Her voice didn't have a commanding tone, but more a suggesting, while sporting a somehow ethereal sound as if she was speaking from far away. After a few seconds the young woman slowly came closer, keeping her eyes focused on the monumental bust. Taking her eyes off it for a moment she spotted a few pieces of fabric lying around the stranger's feet, half covered by the snow, looking like they had been forcefully torn apart: In front of the stranger's feet she also believed to see the strap of a brassier sticking out of the snow. The half-naked woman then stopped behind the naked woman's right breast, keeping a small distance to it. She leaned a little forward to get a look past the woman's bosom at her face, but she seemed to be looking in the other direction. Her attention then was quickly drawn back towards the woman's most distinctive body parts, her gaze running over every single snow-clad curve. "Touch them", she could hear the same voice from before speak, and in the corners of her eyes saw the lips of the woman were moving. She hesitated, still carrying the snowballs in her hands. Carefully she leaned a little further forward, just so she was hanging an inch above that massive bosom, taking another shy shot at the woman's face. She could only vaguely see it, but the woman looked like she was... relaxed. Calm. Comfortable. Her attention went back to the wide mound of flesh in front of her, and without thinking she pressed her snowballs into the woman's bosom. As the white globes were pressed flat the buxom stranger let out a soft moan, which also had that ethereal sound to it. The young woman felt the warmth of the woman's bosom, as well as its soft, yet firm structure. She blushed, but couldn't deny this was somehow turning her on. Still holding the compressed snowballs she slowly rubbed her hands over the woman's lush breast, pushing some snow off the round curves. The woman behind the probably world largest pair of breasts moaned again, which spurred the young woman to continue. Under the snow she could feel the flesh giving in slightly to her touches, as well as its comfortable warmth. Closing her eyes the woman leaned her whole body against the ample bust, pressing herself with all force against it. She pressed a small dent into the curvaceous mammary gland, closing her eyes as she rubbed herself against the soft flesh. As if to form a snow angel she began to move her arms up and down over the woman's massive breast with the leftovers of her snowballs still in her hands, luring moan after moan out of the busty woman's mouth while getting faster and faster. Her face was red from excitement and heat as she pressed her cheek against the warm bosom, while leaning her whole body ever stronger against the overflowing masses of meat. Some snow glided down from the top of the bosom on the woman's head, but she was too absorbed by the squishy meat to notice. It was so warm, so soft, so comfortable... She let go of the compressed snow in her hands, leaving it on top of the woman's bust, and with both arms hugged the warm pile of flesh as tightly as she could while letting out a satisfied sigh. 

That was when she realized what she was actually doing. 

Her eyes shot wide open, and a mixture of shock and embarrassment went through her. Immediately she pulled herself off from the woman's immense chest and jumped backwards. She didn't watch as the vast masses of meat bounced and jiggled as she let go, and didn't listen to the woman's roaring moans. Turning around she ran away, away from the woman and deeper into the darkness. She didn't look where she was going, she couldn't even see anything around her but falling snowflakes. She just ran as fast as she could, her bare legs basically hopping through the snow while her loose shirt rubbed against her body. After a while she began to slow down, changing from running to jogging and then to a fast walk. Eventually she stopped completely. Panting in exhaustion the half-naked woman looked around to get a clue where she was, but the snowfall had gotten so heavy she couldn't even see a foot ahead of her before everything was getting blurred. Sweat running over her still hot body she tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened. As she thought about it however she suddenly began to feel a tingle in her chest. She looked down on her humble bosom that was resting peacefully inside her slack undershirt. Suddenly, her flesh pulsated inside her chest, creating a stronger tingle in her skin. The strange feeling startled the young woman, especially as it was slowly getting stronger. The warmth inside her also increased again, which forced her to pant even heavier and close her eyes for a moment. Gasping she felt her chest throbbing forward all of a sudden, just a bit, and the fabric of her shirt getting a little tighter. Opening her eyes the woman immediately looked down on herself. Her rather flat chest seemed to protrude a little further from her body than usually, only very slightly, pressing her nipples against the fabric. Before her very eyes then the young woman could witness as her bosom began to swell, filling the slack room in her undershirt while slowly curving out from her body. Her eyes widened even more than when she had seen the breast beast earlier. Frightened to the bones she let out a loud scream, quickly putting her hands on her breasts to check if she wasn't hallucinating. As she pressed her hands against her shirt the tingle in her chest got a bit stronger, the woman gasping again as she was caught off guard by the pleasant sensation. But she could clearly feel her swelling meat was slowly growing into her cupped palms, rising up from her body and blowing up like a bubble in a hot spring. Ascending from a flat board to a pair of small bumps they were slowly flowing against her shirt while stretching the different materials the cups of her bra was made of. The room in her hands was quickly getting sparse, and as she felt the tingle in her chest gradually getting stronger she hastily removed her hands from her body. Still, the feeling of her bosom growing and pressing against her clothes was enough to make the woman's nipple poke slightly through her undershirt.

The snowfall increased again. White powder landed on her body and hair as she stood there in not more than underwear, but the woman didn't take notice of it - the shock had practically paralyzed her. Her breasts, formerly barely visible, were starting to smooth the fabric of her undershirt around them, showing their steadily rounder form. Like a split up tennis ball that had been placed inside her bra they firmly stood from her body, slowly pushing her shirt forward. The young woman screamed her lungs out as she watched her breasts balloon out. Her whole body was trembling in fear, while she helplessly looked around as if she was hoping to find someone who could help her. But here, in the middle of nowhere, the only things she could see were white snow and the darkness that surrounded her. Even the busty woman from before seemed to have vanished, or maybe she had just run off so far she couldn't see her anymore. "What the fuck is this?", she screamed, growing ever more panicked. Was it some kind of virus she had caught from that weird woman? Or did a magical force alter her body? Alien technology? Whatever it was that made her breasts rise like bread in an oven, it was stirring the young woman quite much. 

Panting and sweating she felt as the flesh moved out from her body, increasing her cup-size from A to B, then gradually towards C. More of chest ascended, increasing the curvature of her breasts and pressing her smooth skin against the taut fabric. Her small domes began to take on a spherical shape, their largest part steadily reaching out from her body. Biting her lips as the fabric of her top evened, the few remaining wrinkles disappearing one by one, she felt her shirt getting pulled up by the increasing mass inside it, slowly rising over her waistline. Her breasts were starting to pinch inside her bra, sliding out below the cups and pressing the straps into her skin. Inflating to the size of oranges her breasts came into contact with each other, making the woman shiver as the pressure between her rounded meat buns steadily increased. The tingling sensation in her bosom strengthened in little steps, but it quickly became strong enough to lure a whimper out of her. Her lower lip quivered while she chattered her teeth, not because of the cold temperatures though as she still felt that convenient warmth. The space inside her top decreased by the second, pressing her growing humps against each other. Her firm curves flowed out of the fabric and pressed a small cleavage into the neck of her shirt. Putting her head back her vocal chords produced a cooing sound as the young woman was getting increasingly sensitive to everything surrounding her bosom. The weird warmth alongside the growing tingle caused a strange enjoyment to build up inside her. At first she denied this, telling herself how crazy and terrible the situation was. But her breasts continued to grow and tingle, especially around her bra of which she believed to feel each individual fiber it was woven of, the sensations steadily arousing the young woman. Her flesh swelled over the sides of the bra which seemed to try to press her breasts back into her body, demolishing their round shape a little. The lock pinched painfully into her back while she felt the straps cutting into her shoulders, and the cups rubbed over her increasingly sensitive skin. The young woman gasped once more when both straps suddenly broke apart simultaneously, leading her breasts to spread out from her body and wrap her shirt even tighter around them. Her bra slid off her bouncing meat balls and fell through her shirt to her feet, which she didn't notice however as the jiggling of her bosom was sending waves of pleasure through her, triggering numerous gasps to come out of her mouth. 

While she bit her lips to force herself calm her D-cup assets slowly stopped bouncing, showing their perkily round form again as they stretched the cotton that covered them. Her shirt had risen above her belly, flowing down from her wide bosom and hanging above the front side of her body while lying smoothly around her flaring curves. Her ample breasts were compressed into a snug cleavage, pouring out of the gradually growing neckline. Occasionally a snow-flake fell between them, leasing the woman to wince slightly, while a rising mass of snow was gathering on top of her curves. On their widest parts her spheres were already reaching past her shoulders, and as they continued to swell a steadily larger amount passed that mark. The shock was still prominent in the young woman, but the sensation the growth caused slowly overlapped it. "N-no", she whispered to herself. Her breath was going hard and fast, the resulting up and down of her chest hiding its growth a little. "T-this isn't real... I can't..." A warm shiver ran down her spine. The young woman closed her eyes. Her breasts steadily wrapped the fabric of her shirt around them, sending lustful prickles through her skin as it was becoming ever more sensitive to the tightness. "Oh god, it feels so good", she moaned. Just as she had said this though she immediately shook her head. "N-no, this is horrible!", she told herself. "T-this is insane! Keep a clear head, girl! I-I mean, what if I end up like that woman? What if I am stuck like this forever? What if I turn into a walking pair of tits?! That would be so... good... NO!" She clenched her fists, shaking them violently as she tried to fight down the sensations inside her. Her juicy milkjugs swayed from side to side as she tilted her body, her shirt rubbing over the growing area of her bosom. Her emotions were a mixture of fear and enjoyment, of shock and curiosity, of pleasure and pain as her undershirt grew tighter and tighter around her melonous breasts, even her growing nipples starting to pull the fabric around them. 

The sounds her stretching shirt made began to overturn her heavy panting, but occasionally got overturned themselves by short nervous moans that came right out of the woman's mouth. Her top had been lifted up so far it showed her entire belly, while being pulled forward enough to enable the sight at her breasts from below. She felt the holders of her undershirt were getting dangerously tight, just like her bra before, her protruding bosom pulling her neckline steadily deeper and showing more of her curves in all their growing glory. Overwhelmed by the impulses that cruised through her the young woman slowly raised her arms. "This isn't right", she murmured, repeating this like a mantra as her hands came steadily closer to her breasts. "This isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't right..." She managed to stop her hands for a few seconds, even pulling them back a little, but only to hastily dug them into her head-sized endowments afterwards. Her whole body stiffened as she touched the tense fabric of her shirt and felt the tender skin beneath it. Unconsciously the woman let out a soft breath, humming lustfully while she carefully moved the tips of her fingers over her massively stretched top. "This isn't right", she still whispered to herself, but at the same time she gently massaged her bosom. The slight movements already increased her arousal by a great deal, and her nipples poked a little bit more through the fabric. The more of her breasts flowed against her hands the tighter she groped them, stretching the fabric more and more. A small rip appeared right below her breast rift that was as deep as her hand was long, the neck of her shirt showing a rough third of her bosom, and her bust line moved a few millimeters further forward. Squeezing firmly against each other her footballs gradually cut the tear in her top lower while slowly pulling the fabric higher, being only a few inches below her bosom. Her round orbs that almost reached up her shoulders were slightly squished into an oval shape as the woman pressed them together, trying to grab as much of her firm flesh as she could. The rift on the front extended down to the middle of her chest, breaking the silence of the night alongside the loud moan the woman threw out in that moment. 

After a few seconds of squeezing she quickly released the pressure on her bosom so that it rebound into its full and round shape, but still kept her hands on it. While her breasts wobbled slightly between her hands and outgrew a pair of basketballs in size a rift appeared on each side of her bosom, next to her areolas. Though there were still threats in the diamond-shaped holes that cut slightly into her sensitive skin the tears were slowly growing larger, uncovering a rising amount of her skin. Swells formed on her swells as her flesh tried to escape through the growing rifts, popping the threats that caged her bosom one by one. The bigger her breasts became the stronger they pressed against each other inside cleavage and through the tears, creating a feeling too strong as that it could still be described as a tingle. "This... this... this...", was all the woman could bring out, her voice getting higher with each repetition. For a moment then the woman fell silent. Flooded with pleasurable impulses she gritted her teeth and pressed her hands into her firm spheres. Holding her breath she completely stopped moving for a moment, standing still while the snow was falling on her growing bosom. "Fuck it", she suddenly whispered. A long moan, soft like the wind but still vigorous made its way out of her mouth, sounding like the breath of a spirit. Her worries, her environment, even the whole world and her life in general began to fade out of her mind. Another tear appeared on the underside of her bosom, running horizontally over her cleavage. While the fabric slowly dissolved it began to glide over her smooth curves, showing a vast under cleavage through which her breasts desperately tried to escape. The movements of her top then stopped as it was surrounded by flesh from all sides. Like a corset that had been tied around her chest it kept her bust contained, shaking violently while trying to stretch further around her humongous breasts. More tears popped up all around it, some running horizontally and some vertically; some of them growing to a round shape while others ripped more into the length. Her bosom moved a little forward every time a threat broke, a quake going through the medicine ball-sized globes whenever a new tear appeared. 

With a loud snap the holders of her shirt suddenly broke apart, making her chest thrust out further. The young woman opened her mouth, but no sound left her lips. The upper edge of her top was shot forward, enlarging her cleavage so far her large nipples were only barely contained. That wasn't of much matter though as a second later her top loudly burst into pieces, the shreds falling into the snow alongside the part on her back that now had no hold anymore. This time the young woman screamed in pleasure as her breasts jiggled and wobbled from their harsh breakthrough, flowing out to the size of small beach balls as they danced naked in the cold air. It still wasn't cold for the woman though as the warmth from the expansion still heated her up, feeling nothing but her jumping bosom as it slowly came to a halt. The young woman took in a sharp breath through her teeth, before moaning lustfully while she embraced her swelling mammal meat with both arms. Hugging her mammoth breasts she felt them trying to balloon out of her grip, her skin tingling like ants were crawling over it wherever she touched it. She winced, bit her lips, gasped, moaned and shivered as her hands glided over her firm curves, slowly moving towards the underside of her bosom. Cupping her breasts from below like the woman from earlier she let the snow fall on her ample bust, feeling as some of it slid over her skin and into her cleavage. A small avalanche came down from the top of her growing roundings, falling to her feet and between her breasts. The last resistance of the woman towards her growth was cracking, all the fear and shock inside her being replaced with simple pleasure. Slowly she had blended out only everything around her, and also inside her: Her family, her friends, her personality - bit by bit, not only her body was transforming into a walking pair of breasts, but her consciousness was as well. 

Feeling her chest grow unhindered in the fresh air lured numerous moans out of the young woman, while triggering another, deeper sensation inside her. She flexed her muscles a little as her whole body was tingling in pleasure, before letting out a high-pitched, but not painful sounding scream. "Ahh~ HAAA!" In less than a second the sensation from her bosom spread down to her butt, making it tingle in almost the same intensity. Her panties that completely covered her small rear began to move over her posterior's curves as they suddenly began to bulge, while also getting increasingly firmer in the process. Stretched like her shirt before the fabric quickly grew tense around her bulking bum, her cheeks reaching backwards while pressing some meat into her sides. Distancing from her waist her hips slowly grew wider and gained a more womanly shape, and she felt her thighs began to grow a little bigger and fuller as well. Soon her plain backside had become much more noticeable, making the woman slightly taller as it grew. Her panties slid deeper and deeper into her butt gap while getting increasingly tight around the firm flesh that her body seemed to produce out of nowhere. Threads popped and fabric ripped at a quick pace, her underpants slowly cutting into her expanding hips. Like her breasts her butt was getting steadily more sensitive, but in comparison the tingling was so light she soon didn't take notice of it anymore. Moaning loudly the woman felt herself growing bigger and more sensitive by the second on both ends, the growth seemingly feeding on her memories as she bit by bit forgot who she was. Her breasts had the diameter of car wheels, and her butt was already twice the size from the beginning. A large rip appeared then on the backside of her panties, making them glide out of between her buttocks and show a small part of her butt gap. Like her breasts in her shirt before her butt cheeks swelled through the rift and over the edges of the fabric - it would probably have hurt the woman if she wasn't so absorbed by her flesh. With a loud "Thwirp" the tight piece of underwear broke apart completely, falling down to her feet like her bra and shirt before. Being completely nude now the woman let out another moan, but this time she prolonged the sound of pleasure again and again so it turned into one long roar of lust. Her thighs, being a few inches wider than before, then stopped to expand, and after gaining the same size as the woman from earlier her buttocks also came to a halt. Firm and big with seemingly no fat but only muscle and salacious tissue it would have been already enough to make most men turn their heads after her, being pretty much the definition of a sexy backside. 

But of course it was nothing in the light of her chest. The snowfall had decreased a little, but the white flakes still fell in large masses from the dark sky and on her giant beach balls. Inch after inch they continued to flare out, pressing tightly against each other while spreading out towards the side, the ground and the sky. The massive piles of flesh swelled over her arms as she held her bosom up, her hands steadily sliding lower as her widening curves pushed them down. Her cleavage almost approached her chin, being only a few millimeters below it, and soon the top of her perfectly round spheres was above her head. Together her breasts were large enough for her to lie down on them while reaching past her waist almost down to her knees. Her large nipples were several feet away from her body, getting a little thicker from time to time as the pleasure jolted through the young woman. Still moaning in a high voice she pressed her hands a little deeper into her breasts, increasing the tingle inside them. Her moaning then stopped for a moment as she had to take in a breath. Inhaling the air she felt her bosom sticking out a little further and jiggling slightly, leading her to breathe in until her lunges almost exploded. When she breathed out again her massive meat rippled like she was standing in an earthquake, the vibrations going forth and back between her breasts. Breathing out through her mouth she felt her breath moving over her bosom, one of her arms shivering slightly at the feeling. The woman wondered how she could have ever have lived without that kind of pleasure up to now, but soon forget those questions again as her memories of the time before her breasts were blurred out bit by bit. For her, the only things that mattered in her life were her gargantuan breasts and the pleasure they granted her, and maybe her butt. Everything else she had experienced and felt in her life turned into distant memories that one by one vanished completely into the mists of her mind.

Slowly the nude bust behemoth felt as the growth in her chest subsided, the rate at which she grew steadily decreasing. Once her breasts were at the same size then those of the woman from earlier she felt no more flesh swell against her arms, the weight of her bosom she magically seemed to be holding without trouble no longer increasing. The young woman still continued to moan, kneading her soft flesh a little without moving her hands from their position. After enjoying herself a bit more however the movements of her fingers stopped, and the young woman fell silent. The look in her eyes wasn't shocked and scared like in the beginning, but she also didn't appear like someone who just had the most pleasurable and enjoyable experience in her entire life. The expression on her face was rather calm and blank, almost apathetic as she looked over her vast curves. Their perfect roundness was only squished a little where she was holding them, but she didn't seem to care about their size or shape as she inspected them. She moved one arm a little which caused the massive orb to wobble slightly, the movements quickly going over to her other breast. After taking a brief look over the parts of her bosom she could see the woman looked up towards the sky, though she didn't really see more than the top of her breasts, and also wasn't really looking at anything specific. Though she seemed a bit absent-minded her mind was actually very focused and active: She tried to sense every pleasurable urge that was going through her breasts, every tiny tingle caused by a snowflake landing on one of them or gliding into her cleavage, every little inch of her hot bosom getting stroked by the cold wind and her breath, every ounce of flesh inside it pounding with pleasure. Letting the lust flow through her the woman couldn't even remember her name anymore - her parents that were waiting for her and her friends she wanted to meet later were long forgotten already. She knew nothing but her breasts, felt nothing but her breasts, was nothing but a pair of breasts that probably couldn't even move from the spot anymore. She wasn't a person anymore. She was just a bosom.

She didn't know for how long she stood there and enjoyed the massiveness of her chest. She didn't really care as time itself had become an abstract term for her, just like everything that was not related to her bust. Snow fell on her shoulders, her hair, and of course her curves. Soon the whole upper part of her breasts was hidden beneath a layer of the white powder, some of it sliding into her cleavage from time to time, and her large butt also had picked up some of the fluffy substance. After something that could have been seconds, minutes or even hours the snowfall suddenly increased again, though she also didn't really take notice of it. She only fell out of her trance for a moment when she heard footsteps coming into her direction, but she didn't react until they stopped closely behind her. Still concentrating her thoughts on her breasts, the only thing that had meaning in her life, she casually turned her head around. The first thing she noticed was she hadn't been that far off from the main path as she had thought, standing just outside of the lanterns' light. The other thing was that a few feet behind her she saw a woman roughly her age standing in the snow, staring at her. She wore nothing but underwear, seemingly ignoring the cold around her, while pressing a pair of snowballs against her chest. In the trail of footprints she had left behind her numerous tops, pants and stuff you were in winter like mittens and earflaps wear lying in the snow. 

The massive woman turned her head around again. "Come closer."