I first met Jeanne when she was a freshman in college. I was a few years older, and she was dating one of my friends, and we shared many interests and we became friends ourselves. She was cute, about 5'4, with auburn hair and nice, perky breasts. She told me later her measurements at the time 36-28-36, and she wore a B cup bra. Except she never wore bras. Jeanne was a neat friend to have because she liked guy stuff. Geeky stuff like computers and video games, stuff like cars and action movies (she nearly orgasms at the sight of a Dodge Viper) and oh yes, breasts. Her breasts, other peoples breasts, talking about breasts, pictures of breasts. She says she's bisexual, but seemed more interested in guys most of the time...but she'd steal your playboys, and she'd flash anyone at the drop of a hat. She's an exhibitionist. She also drank a lot of milk, but we'll get to that later.
If she sounds like she'd make a great girlfriend, you're right. And we tried, but she decided she "liked me better as a friend," which seems to happen a lot. And oh, by the way, she decided that on of her other male friends, she didn't like better as a friend. So I win, but he's the boyfriend. Figure that out.
But over the next couple years, we stayed friends, and Jeanne's breasts began to grow, a little. She'd been a swimmer in high school, which had kept her fit but also probably delayed her development a bit, and the college lifestyle caught up with her. She didn't gain weight, since she couldn't stand the cafeteria food. But as we talked every so often I found out she'd grown into about a "C" cup. Actually, I was more the one who noticed. While we fooled around during our abortive attempt at a relationship, I became very familiar with her breasts, and I could tell they were bigger. I still saw her topless enough (did I mention she's an exhibitionist?) And she occasionally had me do stuff like help wash her back when she was showering (but we're just friends, remember?) So I got to notice. I figured they were just making up for lost time, and I wasn't complaining. Even if it was a look but don't touch sort of thing.
During this time I was chatting with her online, and exchanging pictures we'd found on the Internet. I've asked her how many other women would send topless pictures to their guy friends, but she doesn't see anything odd about it. She sent me one of Jennifer Connelly, who after appearing in one of Jeanne's favorite movies, Labyrinth, had, well, grown a bit.
"You know," I wrote, "Jennifer Connelly is *stacked*. I mean, she has a this cute innocent girl face and then *wham*."
"Good picture?"
"Yes...big breasts...bbb..bbbwwwaaaaa." Did I mention that I like breasts too?
"*grin*"
"You could lose a sailing vessel in that cleavage."
"*grin*"
"I like breasts"
"I know. Me too"
"This isn't going to work...I'm flipping through baseball scores while looking for more pictures of Jen." I'm a big Indians fan, but that's not why I was trying to think about baseball.
"*grin* is your brain hurting? Try looking up some pictures of Catherine Zeta Jones for me while you're at it."
"My heads hurting, yes, both" I lamely joked. "I wonder what it's like to tit-fuck something of that size. Promise me if something freaky happens and you really do end up with a DD cup you'll let me try, OK?" I'd talked with her about her growing breasts, and wondered aloud, jokingly, if they'd make it to DD or not. "Otherwise I may die of curiosity. Tho I guess I could ask Jen."
"Okay, I promise." she wrote back.
So that's Jeanne. Now during the summer, she moved in with her current boyfriend, and I kind of avoided her because it made me and him both uncomfortable. But I was still her friend, so when she called needing a ride to the supermarket, I said sure. Boyfriend was a student and didn't have a car, so I went to pick her up. They were staying in my old fraternity house, which rents out rooms for the summer. I was in the kitchen and saw her and one of her girl friends come up and open the door to her room, which was right outside the dining room. She didn't see me, but the thing I noticed immediately were her breasts. They looked great (don't they always?), she was wearing a tight sleeveless top of the sort she always seemed to wear. But at first, I thought she must be wearing a really good bra. But Jeanne doesn't wear bras. So I picked her up, and on the way to the store, I mentioned how good she looks, and if she was getting better food now that she wasn't eating at the cafeteria. I mentioned she'd gained some weight, which is normally a bad idea to mention to a girl, but she'd been too skinny, she'd told me earlier, from eating nothing but pasta at the cafeteria. Plus, I didn't want to come right out and say "Your boobs look huge."
"Yea," she said. She looked down at her shirt. "My breasts are bigger too. At least I think so."
"Yes, they are" I agreed.
"Maybe it's those birth control pills I've been taking...for the last month, they've just been 'waaah'" she cupped her hands in front of her chest to demonstrate her growth.
"That could have something to do with it," I answered. So that explained it. Plus it lets me know her and the new boyfriend are having sex enough to warrant birth control pills. I knew they were living together, but it still made my heart sink a little to have her come right out and say it. Jeanne has a talent for saying things you don't want to hear. Things that make you wish she was dating you and not some other guy, basically."
But we went shopping, she got the basics, with no cafeteria during the summer. Pasta, dinner mixes, ice cream, soda, and a couple gallons of milk. On the way back, she confided in me, "I'm stuffing them into a C cup now." knowing how long she'd stayed with a B cup earlier, I was sure she was already a D.
I visited her a few other times in the next month or so. Once, she was making a cake in the kitchen as I visited some other fraternity friends. She was stirring the mix, and she was into it. She didn't notice how much she was jiggling, but I did. It was almost mesmerizing, watching those larger than normal breasts vibrate in her tiny tight black shirt, a shirt that would have showed off a pair of B cups but was thoroughly overmatched by these D cups, which stretched out the fabric and pulled the bottom of the shirt up over her belly button. As she whipped the topping, she held the bowl in front of her, allowing her chest total freedom of movement, and her breasts made the best of it, rapidly swaying back and forth until I had to look away lest I became totally hypnotized. I mentioned to her later, "You've crossed that line between bounce and jiggle."
"Yes, I know... I'm embarrassed by it."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know."
"It's okay," she smiled and took another sip from her glass of milk. "I just think I'm going to have to wear a bra from now on, tho."
She didn't. Sometimes to work, she told me. But she didn't like bras. She said that she'd gone to Victoria's Secret with one of her female friends to try on bras, but her friend didn't like any of the bras. She later told Jeanne that she'd thought, "That one makes your boobs look huge...THAT one makes them look huge...Then I realized, Jeanne, your boobs ARE huge." Jeanne giggled as she told me the story. "All the bras made my boobs look angry."
"Angry?" I asked.
"Well, they're D cups, but they're sorta flat. And when I wear my C-cup bra it smooshes them a little. But in a D cup they're just..." she held her cupped hands in front of her to emphasize. "So I think I'll go braless for now."
A month after this I got a call from her. After the standard small talk, about the weather and her school work, I asked what else was new. She got quiet and finally half-laughed said "Um, I sorta grew out of my bra."
"Oh, so you're finally a full fledged D cup, huh?"
"Um, no, I bought a D cup three weeks ago. I can't fit into it. They're really big now. I want to go to the clinic, I'm almost out of birth control pills anyway. I could walk, but it's like a � hour from here and it's raining...could you drive me after work."
I couldn't refuse. After all, she was my friend, and anyway, I wanted to see these DD cups for myself.
I picked her up at her dorm; school was just starting back up for the year. She had her coat wrapped around her and I couldn't really see if she was bigger. Knowing she was worried, I didn't really ask. At the clinic I amused myself with "Highlights for Children" until she came back out. In the car I asked how it went.
"Good. My boobs are fine. Everything checks out, tho I'm now officially a DD cup. 42 inches. 34DD."
"Wow."
"Yea...big boobies." she smiled, her eyes gleaming. "The doctor said for some reason I was really sensitive to the hormones in the pills. He gave me a prescription for a different kind that shouldn't cause me to get any bigger." I was a bit saddened by this, but it made sense. As cool as she might be, I could see why Jeanne didn't want any bigger than DD cup breasts. I couldn't believe she was a B cup so recently...now here she was, tits the size of big grapefruits.
I pulled into school, and she asked me to come up to her room with her, because she wanted to show me something. Probably another stuffed animal, or something, I thought. She always had some project going, too. Something artsy, maybe. Jeanne was an engineering student, but took art classes too. She was pretty good it.
We walked up the stairs to her room, and I stayed behind her so I could watch her breasts jiggle as she bounced up the stairs. I offered to carry her coat, so I could see she was wearing a blue halter top that barely contained its precious cargo. We reached her room, and she showed me in and quickly locked the door behind us.
"Thanks for the ride. Now I have a promise to make up. I bet you thought I'd forgotten," she said, pushing me down onto the bed.
"Promise?" I thought about her new DD cups. "Now, Jeanne, it's ok, I wouldn't ask you to..."
"Hush"
"But what about..."
"We're the only ones in the world for the next few hours," she smiled and any further comments were made impossible by her tongue being forced down my throat. Her soft lips finally unlocked from mine, and she smiled. "Now for those things I wanted to show you." she pulled her top up over her head and tossed the shirt aside.
What I saw...what I saw were two perfect, spectacular breasts, hanging, if not defying gravity then at least at least sneaking around playing pranks on it. They were indeed the size of large grapefruit, tapering up into perfect teardrops of pale pink flesh. They stopped jiggling about 5 seconds after she'd taken off the shirt, as I stood there, speechless. My mouth watered involuntarily and I was soon drooling so bad Pavlov's dog would have been ashamed.
"Wow," I finally said, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.
"Yep." she giggled and fell backwards onto the bed. As she did, her breasts swayed in the motion-in-the-ocean way that starts with big C cup breasts but doesn't get really going until you're a DD. She sat up and faced me. "I promised you a tit fuck, and do I have the tits for it now." she looked down and my pants. "Let me help you out of these"
At this point I had such a raging, insistent hard on I couldn't even start to disagree. She unbuttoned my fly and I pulled my jeans down off my legs, soon followed by my underwear.
"Wow," she smiled. "I'd forgotten how big it was."
"You don't have to say that."
She frowned. "It's true. Mmmm..." she brushed it lightly with her fingers, causing me to shudder slightly. "It's a good size."
"Isn't that a polite way of saying it's small?"
She smirked. "Not when it's true."
"You're a good size." I replied. I was now naked from the waist down, staring at Jeanne, naked from the waist up, with the two most amazing things I'd ever seen filling my view. They were beyond description, but I suppose I can try. But really, unless you've had two full, bouncy, completely natural and still growing DD breasts right in front of you, it's just not the same. They jutted proudly nearly 4 inches from her ribcage, with dusky brown areola that appeared about the same size as when I'd last seen her, tho they were now lost in the acres of breast that extended in all directions. Her nipples, about the size of a child's pinkytip, had been big on her B cups but now seemed perfectly sized. The skin was tight but soft, with veins just barely noticeable underneath. I followed every curve with my eyes, simply soaking in the view. My mind was filled with the pleasant numbness of "Breast Euphoria." In my experience, after seeing naked breasts close up, it's impossible to do anything but smile dumbly for a length of time in relation to the size of the breasts. I was going to be smiling dumbly for quite some time.
"Watch what I can do." She pressed her breasts together, touching one nipple to the other. "Pretty neat, huh?" She giggled.
"Can you fit your nipple in your mouth" I asked.
"Ooh!" she gasped "I was just able to get my lips on it when I was a 'D'...lemme try!" She grasped her left breast in her small, beautiful fingers, and stretched her neck down, lifting her whole nipple and aureola into her waiting mouth. "Mmmmmm...." her body quivered with delight. "That feels sooooo good." she opened her mouth long enough to say before going back to sucking. I was unable to help myself and grabbed her other breast and began sucking, myself. The nipple was like velvet in my mouth, and it immediately sprung to attention as I began licking and sucking. I was barely able to get my hands all the way around her tit, I guessed it had to be almost a foot and half around.
"Mmmmmmm....." she moaned, mouth full of nipple. It continued for what seemed like hours, until finally we each let go and looked into each other's eyes.
"Wow," she said. She shrugged, sending thrills of motion into her two perfect mounds and into my now twitching dick. She glanced down at it.
"I'd say you're about ready," she smiled.
"You're sure about this?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes.
"Please." she answered. licking her palm and stoking the insides of her breasts, and leaning back slightly. She used to have to press her breast tightly together to give me any cleavage for tit-fucking, but with these hills of flesh, she simply put them lightly together and I slid myself up between them.
"That feels so good." I moaned, reveling in the feeling of that much soft breast flesh against the raging hardness sliding between them. My mind simply shut off as I absorbed the sensations around me, sliding in and out, skin and against skin, until I felt I might burst from pressure and pleasure. I supported myself with one hand and played my fingers across her left breast with the other, still wet from her sucking. She smiled and as my head passed up out of her breasts, and raised her head slightly and touched the tip with her insanely long tongue. I gasped with pleasure, but I didn't want the moment to end.
"Please, cum on me," she said. "I want you to. I think that big dick of yours wants to too."
"If I cum, I'll have to stop...and I don't want to. I want to fuck your huge tits forever."
"I don't think that's possible" she smiled. "Even for you." A mischievous grin crossed her face. But I never said I'd let you tit fuck me once. For tonight only, if you're up to it, as many times as you want."
That did it. At that point I could hold it in no longer. My mind exploded with pleasure and color as warm cum covered Jeanne's massive, wobbly tits. Each pulse sent shocks through them, setting off ripples of motion. After what seemed to be a very long time, I finally collapsed backwards onto the bed.
"Wow," she said as slowly recovered, and my eyes slowly opened. "I guess you really liked it." She giggled and continued toweling herself off.
"So," I said. "Later, do you want me to get those new pills?"
She grinned mischievously again and leaned down over me, her breasts brushing against my face and causing my erection to spring to attention once more. She whispered into my ear, "I'm not going to go on the new pills. I got some of the old ones." She leaned back up and smiled. "Just to see what happens."
After an eventful night, I drove home, thinking of nothing but those breasts. They were still on my mind two weeks later when I visited Jeanne again. She was playing a game on her computer and drinking a tall glass of milk when I came in. "Hey," she smiled, jumping up to give me a hug. I loved her hugs, and I didn't want to let go. After a couple minutes I put her back on the ground and she smiled.
"Hey yourself." I smirked "Double-D hugs are the best" I joked.
"I hope not." she said "Because as of today I'm a Triple D."
"Really?"
"Yes!" she flashed me for a few seconds for a full effect. I could swear they didn't stop jiggling that whole time, until she pulled her shirt tightly back over them. "I guess the doctor was right, those pills are making me grow...but I think DDD is enough...I'm going to the other pills."
"Awww." I said, mockingly.
"Hey...they're getting heavy. And I can't even run across the street anymore."
"Still...from a B cup to a DDD in a year. That's pretty amazing."
"Yea. I guess so. I like the breasts" she giggled. "I'm going to have some ice cream. Do you want some?"
"Sure." Two weeks later I got another call. "Um, Hi, it's Jeanne."
"How are you? Anything wrong?" I could tell there was something in her voice.
"Well, it depends on what you mean by 'wrong'...I can't fit in a DDD anymore."
"Umm...Maybe it's just water weight or something." I offered, as I pictured her huge tits in my mind and imagined them growing even larger.
"No, and it's getting worse. I measured yesterday and I'm at 45 inches. I was 43 last week."
"Did you go off the old pills?"
"Yes, these are the new ones, and I'm a little worried. I'm like a 34EE or something, the sizes don't even make sense past DD. Can you take me to the clinic tomorrow?"
"Of course...just let me know when."
The trip to the clinic made her feel a little better. Her breasts were fine, better than fine, but the doctors were concerned about their sudden growth, of course. They thought it may be breast hypertrophy, brought on somehow by the pills. They explained if this was the case, her breasts would keep growing, and until and if they stopped there was little that they could do. They gave her a name of a specialist and we headed back to her place.
"What do you think," I finally asked on the drive home.
She smiled and turned towards me. "Whooo-hoo!" she exclaimed.
"What? Seriously?"
"I think, 'Hooray, big boobs!" she giggled.
"I thought you were worried."
"I am, a little. But hey, big breasts. And they said there was nothing wrong with them, like bad...so I'm happy."
"Well, I'm glad."
I dropped her off, gave her a hug and spent the rest of the night thinking about how she looked in that shameless black shirt, which clung to her double-whatever breasts like a second skin, leaving no doubt that she was a growing girl.
I picked her up the next day for her trip to the specialist, again glad I was the one with a car. She was wearing another tiny shirt (I guess she didn't own any other kind) that showed off several inches of cleavage, and as we walked to the car, she leaned over to pick up a dropped coin and I nearly passed out from the view afforded me. Had she grown since last night?
I stayed with her for all of the specialist's tests, what seemed like hours and battery after battery of poking, measuring, and pinching. Jeanne held my hand, and squeezed it every so often when something hurt. I felt closer to her than I had in a long while.
Finally, after another hour of waiting, he sat us down for the results.
"It is breast hypertrophy," she said. "But a very unusual case. It can be triggered by several things, puberty or pregnancy for example. I want to reassure you there's nothing threatening about the condition other than the problems that come with very large breasts, but there's also normally little we can do. However, I found that your histamine levels were very high...are you allergic to anything?"
"I don't think so," answered Jeanne.
"That confirms it then. The birth control pill was the catalyst of the growth, but not the actual cause. Somehow, you've developed an allergy, and I'm not certain how. But that allergic reaction has made your breasts hypersensitive to estrogen, and even going off the pill completely won't change that." I looked at Jeanne but couldn't read her reaction. The doctor continued. "I may have to do some more tests, but it appears the allergic reaction is to milk. Cow's milk at least, and perhaps others. It's puzzling, but there it is. I estimate that if you cut all dairy out of your diet, your growth will slow to a fraction of an inch each year, for the foreseeable future. But if you don't avoid milk completely, the growth will continue at several times that, perhaps continuing at the current speed." The doctor continued for some time, giving recommendations and answering Jeanne's questions. Finally we headed home.
"I'm not giving up milk," she said. "I mean, I love cereal, and ice cream, there's just no way. I don't know if I could."
"There are substitutes. They thought I was allergic to milk when I was a kid...there's carob ice cream, and milk substitutes."
"Are they any good?"
"Er...no."
"Didn't think so." she thought for a second. "Big boobs are nice, but how much bigger will I get at this rate? What if I get so big I can't fit through doors?"
"Would that be so bad?" I smiled.
She smiled back. "Yes, I think it would." So Jeanne continued drinking her milk, and she continued to grow. Soon, tho, at 47 inches around, she started to try to cut down a bit. I'm not sure when she finally decided to quit all together, but it was soon after that. I was getting busy at work so I didn't spend much time with her, and it was also getting harder to do "just friend" stuff with those huge melons filling my view. I loved her and would do anything for her, but it's hard not to be preoccupied with breasts that size, and I thought maybe the distance would do her good. Besides, I was sure her boyfriend had his hands more than full with the problem.
Two months later I got a call from Jeanne. She sounded terrible, and asked if I could come visit. She'd had a fight with whats-his-name for about a week, she was sad, and needed company. So I drove over, but I couldn't help wondering just how big she'd gotten...but mostly what I could do to make her less sad. I wasn't very good at such things, it's hard to cheer people up when you're generally depressed yourself. I'm not really Mr. Happy-go-lucky.
Jeanne let me in to her building. It had gotten cold and she was wearing a large coat. If I didn't know better I'd have said she'd gotten fat, but I knew what was hiding under the fabric. We went up to her room, and she looked the door and removed her coat, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath from the waist up, and a pair of cutoff sweatpants. I was surprised to say the least.
"Sorry," she said. "The thermostat in the building is broke and it's freezing downstairs and hotter than hell up here." she smirked and looked down at herself. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, it's okay," I said, still dumbstruck by the view.
"I just wanted someone around. I'm lonely."
"I'll try my breast...my best"
"Thanks." she smirked. I asked her how she was, and she said she was ok, just lonely. We talked, had some snacks, We watched TV for awhile, and I kept stealing glances at her chest the whole time. I couldn't believe how big they were.
Her breasts were now larger than volleyballs, huge globes extending down nearly to her now tiny waist. As she breathed, her cute little bellybutton played hide and seek with the wobbling masses of breast flesh. Her aureola had grown to the size of saucers, dark and ruddy with two spectacularly erect nipples, larger than thumbtips. She smiled and absentmindedly played with her left nibble as she spoke. "I really hope you don't mind, it just gets really hot in here, and, these guys tend to sweat a lot." I simply nodded and kept staring at the jiggling orbs before me. She looked away with feigned shyness. "Do you like them?"
"Of course I do," I answered. "They're...spectacular."
"They are, aren't they?" she smiled. She glanced down at my pants. I was seriously constricted, and starting to peek out the top of my jeans. "You must be really uncomfortable," she smiled. "You can take those off, I don't mind. Just remember, we're just friends, and you'
re not my boyfriend right?"
"Right." I mercifully slipped my pants off, and immediately felt relief to the raging hardness between my legs. I rubbed the soft cotton up and down its length, closed my eyes and sighed. "Thank you."
"Wow." she replied. I opened my eyes and looked down. I was sticking out of my underwear by a good couple inches, its entire head visible and extending past my navel.
"Sorry," I blushed and pulled my T-shirt over it.
"No, it's ok," she said and pulled the shirt back. As she learned forward, I was thrilled how close her enormous breasts were to me. "You can't help it, you're big." She glanced down at herself and then back at me. "I know something about being big."
She giggled and fell back upon the bed, her tits seemingly following a few seconds later. They flattened out upon her chest and upper arms, but not as much as I'd have thought; they still stood out a good distance. For what seemed like several minutes, the soft flesh continued to sway back and forth. I've often heard the motion being described as being like a bowl of Jell-O, but the way her breasts moved would have made Jell-O nervous. I laid down next to her and looked into her wonderful green eyes, and that familiar sadness entered my heart; I wished she was mine. But I shook the feeling off and smiled at her.
"Are they heavy?" I asked.
"YES!" she rolled her eyes and laughed, starting the motion in her breasts once again. "The worst part is, when I think I'm used to it, they go and grow some more!" When she said this my penis twitched and I moved a hand down to calm it. "I measure them every couple days, and for awhile they were pretty much the same once I figured out what I could and couldn't eat. You wouldn't believe how much stuff has diary products in it! So for like a month they were at 50 inches and I thought I was done...but then I had some real ice cream as a reward to myself on my birthday and they grew 2 more inches that week." She mocked anger and shook her finger at her breasts. "Bad boobies! No more milk for you." She looked up at me and smiled.
"So I can I ask what they are now? "She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"As of NOW I'm a 56-23-40."
"Wow"
"Yes, quite. I guess all the fat in my body is going to my hips and boobs. I can't believe how skinny my waist is." My mouth was watering as I looked down past her giant boobs, following their curves to her waist and shapely hips, down her incredibly curvy and well-muscled legs, and back all the way up to her nipples.
"Can I play with them?" I had to ask.
"I don't know if I think that would be a good idea," she said, and frowned. "But what the heck", she glanced up at me, her eyes gleaming. I carefully lifted her right breast, the one closest to me, and felt the smoothness of the skin and heft of all that weight as I moved my hand gently around the quivering mass, loving every second, every touch, every sensation.
"Mmmm...." she said as her eyes closed gently. "I like that."
"I remember when I could cup them with one hand," I said. "...and when I could fit them all in my mouth. Now I feel like a little baby next to them."
"Would you like to suck them?" she asked.
"I would never ask to..."
"Please."
I didn't have to be asked twice. I licked my lips and wrapped them around her right nipple. I couldn't believe how soft the skin was, how the nipple seemed to jump to life in my mouth. I moaned with pleasure and found that my moan was echoed in a feminine voice.
"That feels sooooo good. Fuck, I can't believe how sensitive I am today," she gasped. I took my right hand and supported the breast I was suckling, and moved my left across her other breast, feeling it jiggle and sway beneath my trembling fingers. I played my hands across her breasts, pushing them back and forth, feeling their echoed, swaying responses.
"Oh, that feels so good. Fuck, I am so wet right now." Her fingers found their way between her legs and soon I noticed a familiar strong sweet smell. "I hope you don't mind," she half-gasped. "But I really need to...ah... do this."
"I don't mind at all," I released her nipple long enough to talk and give her other breast a taste, thrilling in the salty taste of her now sweat covered flesh before returning to her right nipple. Meanwhile, my hands moved all over her, without thought or guidance, as her breasts heaved with every breath.
"Oh fuck...Oh yes, play with my boobs. Play with my boobs," she commanded me, her voice breaking ever so slightly. "Oh fuck...." For what seem liked an eternity it continued, my mind locked on the word "breasts, breasts, breasts" feeling, smelling, tasting, as her body trembled and vibrated next to me.
"Oh fuck...I'm coming" she finally breathed. I sucked harder on her nipple, and found the other one with my free hand and toyed with its hardness. "I'm coming so much....Oh fuck..." her orgasm continued for another eternity, until she finally relaxed, sighed, and smiled down at me. I took my mouth off her nipple and moved back up to her level to face her and smiled back.
"Thank you," she said.
"Thank you," I answered. She hugged me, and I realized that at some point I must have torn off my shirt, because I felt the wondrous feeling of warm breasts all over my upper body. We talked some more, and laughed, and I thought I could tell that she was feeling better. I fell asleep that night next to a giant breast with a nipple in my mouth, and fittingly enough, I slept like a baby.
I awoke in the middle of the night to find the bed empty. I looked around drowsily and heard faint crying. I got up and saw Jeanne sitting in her desk chair, wearing an open robe and with her head in her hands. I put my hand on her back and said softly, "What's wrong."
"Oh, everything. Relationships, the future, my life. First I get in this fight, and then all this with you...I don't know what I want." her voice trailed off into sadness.
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"I'll be ok. I just get like this. But that's not the worst thing. I was so depressed I took the carton of ice cream I was keeping in my freezer for one of my friends, and I ate the whole thing."
"Oh my."
She nodded. "It's already starting to happen."
"What, your breasts? This fast?"
"Yeah...not eating dairy has stopped them from growing mostly, but it's made them supersensitive to it too...after that ice cream I told you about, I was really, really good about it...but then I had a slice of pizza with real cheese, and they grew an inch overnight. "
"No kidding." My pants suddenly grew tight at the though.
"No kidding. I don't know what this will do. I can't believe I did that." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared...and really hungry. If I eat it'll just go into my boobs, but it's starting to hurt, I'm so hungry."
"Um, what do you have here?"
"Not much, and I ate it already."
I looked down and saw a couple pop-tart wrappers and open candy boxes. I looked at the flesh pouring out of her open robe, but they were so big I couldn't tell if they'd grown any or not. My gosh, they were big. In the dim light they almost seemed to glow.
"Will you go get me something?" she asked. "It's like 2am, but the supermarket will be open. Please? I'm really hungry and it's gonna get worse."
"Okay..." I threw on my pants and shirt and grabbed my keys.
"Thanks..." she hugged me lightly and again I thrilled at the feeling of those enormous breasts. "Ouch...they're a little sore. I guess it's starting." she gave me a half smile.
"What should I get you?"
"Umm...Mongolian Barbeque Stir-Fry." she smiled.
"I don't think the supermarket will have that. How about cereal?"
"I don't like it without Milk." she said, "and I don't think that would be a good idea."
"I'll think of something." I ran downstairs and was at the supermarket in record time. All I could think about was those incredible breasts, growing before my eyes. I didn't want to miss any of it. I remembered that peanut butter was high calorie, so I grabbed that and some jelly and bread. I also got some frozen stir fry. "Serves 5" it said on the package. "We'll see" I thought. I also bought a couple gallons of orange juice, and headed for the cashier.
Jeanne was waiting at the entrance to her dorm. It was almost 3 so not many people were around. She was wearing a XXL T-shirt under her robe, and I realized it was because she could no longer get the top closed around her. She threw the door open.
"Thank God." she grabbed one of the bags and took off up the stairs. I watched her bosom bounce and sway as we raced up to her room on the third floor. She ran into the room and tore open the bags. "What did you get me? I don't care, I'm so fucking hungry." she opened one of the six jars of peanut butter and began spooning it into her mouth, stopping occasionally to stuff in a piece of bread afterwards. I asked if she was OK and she nodded hungrily and made an "umph" noise. I went to the kitchen on the floor and heated up the stir fry. After 10 minutes I came back in to find all but the last peanut butter jar empty and Jeanne naked on the floor, legs spread with her two now larger than volleyball breasts hanging in front of her stomach, which even below those behemoths I could tell was stretched full.
"Still hungry?"
"Yes!" she gasped in delight and grabbed the bowl of stir fry. She noticed I was staring at her wonderful, naked body and smiled and shrugged. "My clothes got tight"
Six bowls of stir fry later, Jeanne's new pot belly stuck out ponderously from her tiny waist. The skin was stretched incredibly tight, and I wondered how uncomfortable it must be, but she didn't seem to notice. "I am so full" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much...so tired...so tired." I helped her into bed and as I did I could swear her breasts felt hot to the touch. She fell asleep immediately, and I sat for awhile watching her in the pale light. Her face was so beautiful. She breathed slowly and my gaze moved down to her shoulders and then her growing boobs. I could imagine I saw them growing before my eyes. The thick veins under the skin were more visible, even in the dark, and I wondered if they were carrying all that nutrient to the new mass being created. I wondered how big she'd get. Finally, I fell asleep. I was very tired.
I woke up surrounded by breast. I was almost suffocating, and I had to tell the part of my brain that was saying "What a way to go" to give control to the self-preservation part as I crawled out from under those massively warm confines. Jeanne's eyes fluttered awake. She looked down at me and smiled. "Morning....oh FUCK"
I was startled but turned my head and saw what she saw. She'd grown during the night. An amazing amount. They were larger around than basketballs, perfect elongated globes gleaming in the noonday sun. "I'm fucking huge" she said, and I had to agree. She struggled to sit up.
"How do you feel."
"Huge!"
"Other than that."
"Ummm...okay. I guess my metabolism is on ultrahigh tho. I'll be right back."
She tossed on her robe, not caring that it didn't come close to closing in the front, bouncing and swaying like crazy, and ran to the bathroom. She returned a couple minutes later and let the robe fall to the floor.
"They feel weird," she said. "I mean, weirder than usual. Really heavy too. Like full. Would you help me measure them. I can't believe this." We got out the measuring tape and I measured, stopping every few seconds to admire the spectacular view. Her nipples were sticking out like little thumbs, her areola seemed darker and larger, and the skin was incredibly tight. Looking back at the areola, they seemed to look different somehow, but I didn't know what exactly it was, aside from the fact that they were larger.
"Do we measure the nipple? Cause that's like 2 inches right there?" I said, half jokingly.
"No nipple. Just boob."
"Let's see...62 inches. Wow. 6 inches overnight."
"Yikes. I feel really strange." she sat back down on the bed.
It was then that I noticed small beads of moisture on her nipples.
"Have you ever noticed that before." I asked.
"What? No...wow...I think..." she reached down with her fingers and touched her nipple, then moved them to her mouth. "Milk! I'm lactating!"
"What?"
"Yes! The doctor said this could happen...well, that there was a chance. This is so cool."
"Cool?"
"I've always wanted to give milk." She looked down and grasped her massive tit like a cow's and squeezed gently, allowing a large jet of warm milk to hit me in the face.
"Oops," she smiled.
I felt the droplets of milk run down onto my lips, and I tasted it, warm and thick and rich... and immediately jumped for her tit. "I'm sorry, but that's too good. I'm going to have to suck on your nipple."
"Please do...I think that would feel...oh my....God..." she moaned as a started to suck, warm milk filling my mouth. It was sweet and delicious and warm...I sucked until it was dry and then went to move to the other nipple, which I then notice Jeanne had lifted up into her mouth and was sucking herself. She finished and smiled at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yummy!"
We sat and looked at the situation. Her boobs had shrunk a bit, and we measured them at a bit under 60 inches. Smaller than they had been, but larger than the volleyballs they'd been able to pass for the previous night. "Wow," she said. "This is so cool. Milk whenever I want! Squirt, Squirt." she laughed. "I wonder if this is permanent."
"Wait, Jeanne...Milk...didn't the doctor say you might be allergic to all milk."
"Uh....uhoh." she said. "Because I've got a bellyfull!"
We were never sure if the bellyful of breast milk had an effect or if it was just left over results from the ice cream, but Jeanne grew finally to a spectacular 69 inches over the next week. "That's a good measurement" she said, "because, well, you know."
But she worked out her problems with her boyfriend, and we stayed friends, and things continued as they had. We found out later that the pills were a special research test from the University and weren't supposed to get out to the public. A couple other girls had gotten them, and grown a bit, but not like Jeanne. She said it was probably because she drank so much milk, there was more of a reaction. It turned out they used a synthetic hormone, and only a few pills would be enough to set of the allergy. The fact that she played with her breasts constantly added blood flow and made problems worse. The University offered to pay for reduction surgery, but Jeanne said no way...she liked her boobs, she said, even if they were heavy. Her lactation stopped after that first week, which made her a bit sad, but she said it was fun while it lasted. As for myself, I still longed for her every once in awhile, but she seemed happy as things were, and I had to move on.
Luckily, I found Susan, a tall, skinny, cute redhead who was in one of Jeanne's classes. Jeanne introduced us and we hit it off immediately. She was kind, caring, smart, funny, and while her borderline A/B cups weren't anything compared to Jeanne's monsters, they were perky, and later, they were mine to play with, which makes all the difference. Jeanne said she was glad I found someone, and that she "hoped I would enjoy the present" she got for me. I wasn't sure what she meant.
As we sat last night watching TV Susan smiled at me and asked for some milk.
"Er, why?"
"Well, your friend Jeanne gave me these pills, she said they're like vitamins, but she'd only wanted half the container. She said to take them with a lot of milk, so I'm trying them. I've taken them all this week, I'm trying to get into shape a little. Tired of being a stick."
"You're not a stick" I smiled. "Well, sure, let me get you some Milk."
"First," she said, and pulled me close, "Could you help me off with this bra? For some reason it's been really tight all day."