It was tough being flat as a board when your best friend was busty.

Well, busty is underselling it. Jas was beyond busty. She had outgrown D cups after high school and was living the college dream of having F cup monsters hanging off her chest. Not that she fully utilized them. Despite her looks and her body, Jas had serious self-confidence issues. Being taken advantage by nearly every guy she ever dated in high school definitely do much for it either. So she was always on guard. And always single as a result. While most girls would consider it an advantage and a blessing, Jas only saw it as an annoyance.

Of course, her friend Carol was always there for her to hear her out on these things. The one friend she had that she confided in and dumped her secrets into, like a lone wishing well out in the forest. Carol, the flattie, thin board with a bit of chub in the stomach. The wallflower. Less than a wallflower, actually. If anything, she was the wood paneling or veneer. But she had been Jas' friend since their freshman year of high school. And she had watched eagerly as Jas blossomed and she stayed exactly the same.

Was it frustrating? At times, sure. Carol wanted nothing more to get the attention of people in general. But she wanted attention, especially from Jas. Jas was different to her. Out of all the fake girls she had known throughout her teenage years, Jas maintained her dignity and self respect. Was Jas taken advantage of? Sure. But unlike the others that fell into the trap time and time again, Jas rose out of it. Her standards rose. Her tastes morphed and changed like seasons. For better or worse.

And so college came, and they were roommates. They had set up their small dorm with the bunk beds, a small LCD screen TV and futon in the corner, taking up a majority of the space. And they just sat there. Hanging out when not studying. Neither of them were party girls. Neither of them needed a social life, cuz they already had it. With each other. And that's all they wanted, honestly.

So there they were, lying around, binging on Netflix and popcorn. Pulsing music seeped and pumped through the walls nearby. It always did. They just learned to adjust and shut it out. Carol pushed up her glasses, running a hand through her messy, tangled black hair. She looked over at Jas, her long, curly dirty blonde hair being an absolute travesty. Looks were long forgotten when midnight was almost upon them.

Jas continued to toss popcorn into her mouth. Carol did the same, eyes switching from Jas to the TV, back to Jas, back to the TV. She was willing to bring it up. She was curious. She had never asked in all their years of friendship, because it was a touchy subject. But something was egging her on to. She had no idea what. Maybe it was late and she was tired. Maybe the odd lights outside that quickly vanished that they decided to ignore. But something was pushing her to ask.

“Hey Jas.” Carol's voice was always flat and monotone. But Jas looked over regardless. Carol immediately blushed, but decided to pursue. “How do you handle...those?” Jas looked at Carol blankly for a moment before chuckling. She tossed her hair and pulled at her bra strap.

“One day at a time, Carol.” Taking in the answer, Carol merely stared over at her, taking in her tanned skin, likely given to her by her Hispanic heritage. On her mom's side. Did she say Puerto Rican? Which side of the family gave her the birth mark on the nape of her neck, Carol wondered.

“How much are bras?” She decided to keep going. Jas didn't seem uncomfortable when Carol asked these things. Sure, she seemed to itch the side of her bosom a bit, the crest of her bosom standing out at least 7 inches away from her rib cage. Stunning to look at and guess the measurements, at least. Jas stayed quiet for a moment, the flickering of the TV being the only thing illuminating her stony expression. Finally, she shrugged.

“They're custom made, so it varies. I only have, like, three of them. And honestly, they're getting kind of snug...”

“Wait, you're STILL growing?!” Carol exclaimed, flabbergasted. Jas shot her a glare, which made Carol recoil, but her glare immediately softened. It was a defense mechanism, and Carol knew that.

“...they slowed down a long time ago. But I still get an inch now and again, yeah.” They sat in silence for a moment, just watching what was on TV. Another thought hit Carol.

“...how heavy are they?” Jas shrugged her shoulders, her shirt creaking from the motion.

“I trained my back up in high school. I don't even notice it anymore.” Her daily gym trips after classes made sure of that, Carol thought. The only pieces of fat that Jas had on her was her tits. Everything else was toned, sharpened, muscular. Intimidating. Meanwhile, all the fat on Carol seemed to pool in her hips, thighs and ass. Not to ridiculous amounts, but Carol was definitely more pear shaped than anything else. No tone to it either, just a squishy fat ass. Carol hated it. But she didn't have the drive to work out like Jas did.

“Do they get in the way of things?” Carol continued to pore into the issue.

“Sometimes. Writing is annoying. Opening cupboards can be tough if they're lower down. Bending over in general is a pain. Zipping up jackets can be a hassle, which is why I go for pull overs.” She shrugged again, tits wobbling in their confines. The fabric creaked.

“...how big did you ever want your boobs?” Now things were getting interesting. The uncommon questions were coming out, and it left Jas gasping for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Her eyebrows came together as she pieced together thoughts in her head, one at a time.

“I...I didn't mind that they were big...just that people used them...they used them as an excuse to kind of belittle me, y'know?”

“How so?” Carol adjusted, crossing her legs below her and inching closer to Jas as she listened.

“They just...I'm just boobs to some people, y'know? Like, some people got really pretty eyes, some have really nice hair. Me? I got torpedoes on my chest!” Carol giggled a bit to herself at the term.

“Torpedoes...” Jas gave a small smirk, pulling at her shirt to loosen it up some.

“Yeah...its a fun one, isn't it?”

“I prefer melons, honestly.” Jas giggled, but couldn't help but groan and keep pulling at her outfit.

“Ugh, this bra is outstaying its welcome at this point...I'll need to order new ones again...” The outline of the fabric showed through her tight t-shirt. Little hills of flesh seeped over the hem of it. She eyed it curiously, knowing this was very not normal...

“What's the matter, Jas? Melons getting ripe again?” Carol fake-teased. They fake teased each other all the time. It was a classic thing to do. But Carol didn't notice something off. Jas' breasts visibly pushed forward a good inch at the taunt. Her shirt tented upwards, crawling up her toned stomach.

“Uh...Carol...?” Carol was getting excited from all the boob talk. She couldn't help herself.

“I think you could win a whole county fair with those big ol' melons of yours, Jas!” 

They puffed up again. Carol knew how sensitive of a subject Jas' boobs were, but she also knew that Jas loved to poke fun at them when she could. But she wasn't laughing now. Now Jas could physically feel they crawling down her chest, nipples getting rock hard and starting to poke through all forms of fabric that she had covering them.

“Carol...stop saying that...”

“Stop saying what? Melons?” 

Another inch poured into her. Her bra was starting to tear at the seams under her armpits. Her old F cups now bordered on a size about as big as her head. The sight was terrifying her.

“Y-yeah, calling them names is making me feel...weird.”

“Don't names always make you feel weird though?” Carol rebutted. Jas kept her eyes down on her cleavage, which betrayed her old expectations by a good few inches.

“W-well...yeah but...I dunno, something strange is happening...calling them names is making them feel...odd.” Jas didn't want to freak Carol out, so she stayed vague. Carol didn't take the bait.

“Which name made them feel weird? Calling them melons? Or torpedoes?” Jas took a sharp breath, more creaks and groans filling the room with the words that came out of Jas' mouth. Her shirt started to tear at the collar, more of her ponderous cleavage going on display as she reached new heights in size and width. They pressed into her arms as they crawled down her front. They were near soccer ball sized at this point.

Carol had seen and was absolutely amazed. She seemed to disconnect the situation from herself and Jas for a moment and just marvel at them. Her own words had power over something! An odd something, sure, but it was like reverting to a child-like wonder at something entirely new.

“Woah...uh...knockers!” 

“Carol...” The worry was apparent in Jas' voice. She knew how eager her friend could get. And now that her boobs were pushing out at her every word, things could get bad, and fast. They already were, with her tits reaching basketballs in size.

“Funbags!” Jas' shirt really started to feel the pain, holes splitting across the sides, seams unable to hold the new girth of her decolletage.

“Melons! Melons! Melons!” The chant brought a spike into Jas. Her back arched, her tits flopped as they pulsed and throbbed at the words. They lurched out, shirt ripping apart and falling to the side, revealing only an overtaxed bra holding back tits that rivaled medicine balls.

“Haaaaannnhhhh...nnnn...Carol...!”

“Melons! Melons! Melons!” Carol didn't let up her chant, pumping her fists as she watched the swells of flesh push and pulse and grow into the inferior piece of cloth that was her bra. A progressive stretching sound could be heard, and all Carol wanted to see is the clasp snap. If anything just to see if it was possible.

“Melons! Melons! Mel-”

“CAROL!” Jas shouted at the top of her lungs in her most dominant voice that she had. She leaned forward and stood, nearly falling on her face, but maintaining balance somehow. Likely all the back training. As she stood, her breasts swayed harshly forward, her bra snapping in half and flying across the room and behind the TV. Jas merely stood there, heaving, Carol watching on with wide eyes as her shoulders rose and fell, collecting herself. Carol could just barely see the edges of orbs peeking out from behind Jas. 

“Wh...what the fuck did you do to me?!” Carol asked as she turned to her friend. Her tits were enormous. They had at least tripled, no, quadrupled in size. The very end of them crested towards her hips, swaying tantalizingly, brown nips capping their ends. Jas had a look of sheer terror on her face. It snapped Carol back to reality.

“O-oh...oh my gosh! Jas! I...I dunno what came over me, I just...they were swelling and they...”

“I'm a freak, Carol! You made me a freak! Look at them!” She squeezed into their surface while Carol stood, worrying look plastered on her face. But the look soon became one of frustration as Jas felt herself down. A light once again flashed outside their window. New thoughts brewed in Carol's head as jealousy lit behind her like a wildfire.

“...well at least you have any!” They were both silent after the outburst. Jas merely looked at her in confusion.

“...what?” Carol balled up her fists, pointing one finger and poking a single nipple on Jas, her friend shivering from the action.

“You've always had boobs! Always! And I know that you don't like them...but...you don't appreciate them at all! Do you ever wonder how much I wanted something like that? How much I'd love to just have SOMETHING to stand out?!” Tears were in Carol's eyes. Something had stirred in her that had struck a very emotional chord. Jas was shocked, but she soon scowled.

“Oh please. Its not my fault that you never worked that ass of yours!” This got Carol's attention for two reasons. For one, no one had ever noticed her ass before. Secondly, said ass felt a small tingle at Jas' words.

“H-huh? B-but my ass is...its saggy and gross and-”

“No its not, you idiot! You just think it is cuz your self esteem is worse than mine! You know how frustrating it is for you to have, like, a perfect ass no matter what? With your diet and no exercise?”

The buzzing was getting worse. Carol could've sworn she felt her panties shift at the words.

“Uh...”

“And all you do is mope and complain instead of buying better clothes and getting more out there! I mean, honestly, have you ever thought of shorts or yoga pants or anything aside from sweatpants to show off that butt of yours?”

Carol shifted from hip to hip. Grunting, feeling her panties slide up her crack, she pulled at it, timidly looking over at Jas as she did so. She could feel the tingle in her hips and thighs. She knew what was happening now. And it was exciting, yet terrifying.

“J-Jas...”

“Wha-” But before Carol could say anymore, she knew. She saw Carol's sweatpants shifting and moving outwards along with her hips, even from where she was standing. Soon a small smile started crawling across her face.

“Jas no!-”

“Ass.” She crossed her arms under her behemoth bust as she watched Carol flinch, grabbing at her butt as it quickly inflated, inches pouring in from a single word. The aggressiveness of Jas' words seemed to add a punch to the effects, her hips pushing out inches in mere seconds. Her butt bubbled out and around, maintaining its perfect peach shape it always had, but Carol never saw.

“Butt booty ass shelf.” The words were silly, but their effects were quite serious. Carol squealed from the string of words as her ass became just that: a shelf. Projecting further and further out behind her, another three or four or five inches pushed into her ass, officially making her ass from cute to straight up fat. Something that'd make any girl on campus jealous.

“There. Those sweatpants won't hide nothing now.” Jas said with a chuckle. Carol was livid. Her hips were wider than her shoulders now! She could feel every jiggle and wobble ripple across her flesh, two great basketballs attached to her hips. The slopes from her waist perfectly blended into her hips that exploded outwards and curved into her thick thighs. Jas merely sat back down, grunting as her tits slapped against her legs, just barely hovering above them. Carol merely simmered in anger, sauntering over to plop down on the couch. Her cheeks flooded outwards behind her, Carol now at least half a foot higher up than she was used to. She could feel the side of her cheek pressing into Jas'. She huffed.

Carol could stay quiet. She could keep to herself. She knew she basically deserved getting her butt puffed up. She never wanted to hurt or effect Jas negatively in any way. But tonight was different than most nights. Tonight was special, and Carol knew that somehow. With all those lights outside, you'd think there was an outdoor rave or a police raid. So with all those tumultuous thoughts in mind, she turned her head to Jas.

“Hey Jas...look, I'm...I'm sorry...” Jas paused, then sighed.

“Yeah...I'm sorry too. I should've been a bit more empathetic to the situation, I guess.” 

At least they had an understanding, Carol thought. A few more inches between friends couldn't hurt, right?

“So, uh...melon, melon, melon!” Jas' face twisted up in horror at Carol's words.

“YOU BITCH!” Jas sat there, seething, waiting. But nothing came. But she felt something inside her. Was it building up? Going away? No time to wait, since Carol was getting up to likely run out of the room. “ASS! ASS! ASS!” Carol shrieked and fell forward, grasping at her cheeks. Just like Jas, she expected it to come immediately. But it didn't.

So they both just stayed there. Jas sitting there, heaving, staring down at them, a look of horror and concern on her face. Carol laid forward, ass sticking far up into the air, hands grasping at her projected cheeks. Both absolutely stunned at the actions of the other. Friends or not?

*throb*

*throb*

*throb*

They both felt their respective body parts pulsing. The feeling building and fear shooting through them.

Finally, Jas was first. Bare and out in the open, her tits pushed out and out. Again and again, to yoga ball proportions first. Jas merely stared down at them, groaning and grimacing. It felt...surprisingly good, all things considered. She thought it would hurt to have her skin stretched so much, but things seemed to work themselves out as she swelled. They continued their charge outwards, pouring out across her legs and over onto the couch and her knees.

Meanwhile, Carol was whining as her ass began its charge outwards, swelling past old basketballs and into medicine balls, then further out. Hips squeezing out inches, busting out past two and a half feet and creeping upon three. Her sweatpants tightening by the second, ripping here and there, the stretch band only able to go so far.

“You're such a bitch sometimes, you know that?” Jas yelled over to Carol.

“I've put up with your shit for so long Jas, you have no idea. All you did was complain about how much people didn't respect you and just wanted your body. Are you sure that wasn't all your fault? Maybe you should try looking for better guys or something?” She grunted, ass beginning its bubble over her thighs.

“Look, I tried ok? I just...I didn't know where to look. High school, every guy wants the same thing.”

“That's a bullshit stereotype and you know it!” Jas sighed, tits now pouring out over her knees and heading down her ankles, flesh continuing to pour out across her sides and taking over the couch. Past stadium beach balls now. Meanwhile, Carol's ass was not far behind, her hips almost unable to take all of her new girth.

“...yeah. Yeah, I do. I dunno...I just got...I got frustrated.”

“You gave up because the first three guys weren't perfect. You just didn't wanna get physical. How long did it take for the first guy to ask for sex?”

“...not long...”

“And the last guy?”

“...a few weeks...”

“Can you blame him? Do you want a guy who just doesn't find you physically attractive and want to have sex with you at all?”

“N-no...”

“So you completely ignored the good aspects of the relationship as soon as they grabbed onto your tits?”

“H-how do you-”

“You told me, Jas! You told me everything and I just didn't say anything cuz I never do! But goddammit I'm sick of it! You had great tits and everything and you just threw guys out and blamed them for not being everything YOU wanted!”

“Like you're one to talk! Sure, I got the tits, but you had an ass and really nice eyes! Plenty of guys noticed you and you were too ignorant to notice THEM! Don't you DARE think you're that much better!”

The yelling match went on for a while, as did the growth. Years of pent up frustrations on both sides seemed to pour out in a matter of minutes. When all was said and done, Jas' tits were so big, she couldn't move. She couldn't see over them. They took up all space between the futon and the TV, pressing into the glass of the screen gently. Carol was also planted to the spot, an ass so impossibly big, doorways would need to be doubled to accommodate. An entire queen sized bed couldn't handle it. She'd spill over by a good few inches.

They sat in silence for a bit, both exhausted for multiple reasons. Sure, they'd fought on small things before, but never this. Also, they never had their bodies explode in size like this before either. All from talking. All from letting it go. There was only one thing left on their minds afterwards. Jas spoke out on it first.

“...so...think these will go back down...or...?”

THE END