Megan Moore By Christopher Von Steinbach

Kylee stomped her way up to the door of her neighbor’s house clutching her cell. She was wearing a pink dress with flower designs. She pounded on the door. Kylee had moved to the neighborhood not even two months ago. She got a great deal on the house that seemed too good to be true at the time. Now she knew why the real estate company wanted to get rid of it.

Her neighbor was a self-proclaimed inventor, but all he inventing was a lot of noise which didn’t go well with Kylee’s hangover. She banged on the door again. “I know you’re home!” Kylee shouted. A slot moved on the door and a pair of deep blue eyes stared down at her. “No thanks. I’m not interested. Please leave. Thank you,” said the owner of the eyes, closing the slot.

Kylee reached for the slot to keep it open but all it did was pinch her fingers. “Ouch! Goddammit, I’m your neighbor I need to talk to you!” yelled an agitated Kylee. The slot opened again. “What do you want? I’m very busy.” said the voice. “I have asked you before to keep the noise down.” “Correct.” “Look, I’m tired. I’m hungover. Your noise is making things worse.” “Sorry, but I already told you that in my line of work, things get loud sometimes.” “I’ve had enough of this! You haven’t invented a damn thing, and if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to call the sheriff’s office and have you and whatever you’ve got going on in there thrown out onto the street!” “Nonononono! You can’t do that!” “Give me one good reason! One good reason I shouldn’t call the police department!” “My lease isn’t up yet, and I don’t want to be homeless.” “Then quit ‘inventing’ shit and get a real job like the rest of us.” “I can’t do that.” “Why not!?” “Then I’d have to be around other people. I don’t do well around people.” “That’s it! I’m done! I’m calling the sheriff right now!” yelled Kylee walking out onto her neighbor’s lawn. She heard a series of locks click open and a pale figure appear by the door holding some type of device. It looked like a amplifier attached to an old remote.

“Stop! Please don’t!” pleaded the inventor. “Nope. I’m calling them right now. See?” Kylee recited the numbers she was pushing. She was being slow and deliberate proving to the pale inventor that she wasn’t kidding. The inventor did a number of finger movements on his device, pointed the device at Kylee, covered his eyes, and pushed a button. Kylee had the phone up to her ear, but a rapid series of green, pulsating lights shot out of the amplifier and hit Kylee right in the chest.

Up until this point, Kylee had no breasts, but that all changed as the lights pulsed their way towards her. Her breasts started growing as they seemed to absorb the lights and convert it to flesh. Her breasts ripped a V-shape in her dress, giving it a neckline. It was only a minute, but her breasts grew to be slightly smaller than her head. She first stared at her breasts, then at the inventor. She looked like she was going to murder someone. The inventor flinched away from her. Her expression softened as she continued staring at the inventor.

She took the phone away from her ear. “What the fuck are these?” she asked. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t have me arrested,” said the inventor not looking at Kylee. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t work,” said Kylee. The inventor breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you make them smaller? Not back to their original size, just smaller,” asked Kylee tapping her cell. “Yeah, sure. Come in.” “Why don’t you just do it out here?” “Are you sure you want to do this in public?”

Kylee saw his point and walked in. The house was very nice. This guy was doing very well for himself. It looked a lot nicer on the inside than outside. “I’m Kylee.” “Nash,” said the inventor leading her to the living room. The living room was the biggest room in the house. One wall was completely black. She then realized it was giant TV screen. “What do you watch on that?” Kylee said pointing. “I mostly play video games on that. Sit here,” Nash gestured to the couch. He fiddled with the device a bit more as she sat down, her breasts stretching proudly from her chest. “I should tell you that this is only a prototype. It was only supposed to make your cell to loud to operate. It’s an amplifier. It wasn’t designed to do…that,” said Nash drawing a big circle around Kylee’s big front. “Can you make them smaller?” asked Kylee as she stuffed her cell into her cleavage. “I should. How small do you want them?” “Just point and shoot and I’ll tell you when.” “K,” said Nash. He made a few more adjustments. He then pointed the device at Kylee’s chest and held his breath. Kylee did the same, making her breasts appear bigger. Green lights shot out of the amplifier again, but they were slower, more prolonged lights. Kylee looked at her chest waiting for her breasts to shrink.

The exact opposite happened. Her breasts were growing again. The V-shape on her dress grew as her growing breasts ripped her dress even more. “Stop! Stop! STOP!” yelled Kylee. Nash shut off the amplifier. Kylee’s breasts grew until they were twice the size of her head. “I told you this was a prototype,” said Nash gawking at Kylee’s new melons. Kylee just sat there rubbing her head with one hand and her breasts with the other. “Oh God! Kylee, your head isn’t growing is it?” “No! I’m a little hungover. These are making my headache worse,” said Kylee patting her breasts. “OK,” said Nash thinking. “I can fix this. I know I can fix this. I just need to pick up some things. Just stay here, and try to sleep. I’ll make you something that will take care of the hangover and the headache.” “Thanks, Nash,” said Kylee. Nash just nodded as Kylee laid out on the couch. Nash went to the kitchen and brewed his hangover cure-all. He made a glass of it and put it on the counter before heading out.

Kylee woke up a few hours later. Nash still wasn’t back yet. Her head was pounding as she got up. She got up and looked around. Her eyes focused on her enlarged breasts for a couple seconds, before she remembered about Nash’s hangover cure. She saw a glass on the counter with green fluid and bounced over to it. She hoped this would cure her headache. “Only one way to find out,” she said as she downed the thing.

It was delicious. Kylee felt her headache clear up almost instantly. “Wow!” she said. “I feel great! Looks like Nash is a brilliant inventor after all. Now if only he could fix these boobs.” Kylee looked down at her breasts and saw that they were growing again. “What the fuck?” asked Kylee as her ballooning breasts tore her dress further. “How did thi-Oh my god. The fucking hangover potion! Guess that’s a prototype too,” Kylee reasoned. Her breasts threatened to rip her dress completely before they stopped growing.

“Jesus Christ, these are fucking huge! I don’t think they make clothes this big. I didn’t think they boobs this big either,” said Kylee absent-mindlessly rubbing her titanic titties. “Wow, these are sensitive too,” she giggled. “What if I don’t want these to get smaller?” she asked herself. She looked around for the amplifier, her breasts swinging from side to side as she looked. She saw it sitting next to the sink and plodded over to it. Picking it up, she looked it over and pressed buttons, turned nobs, and swiped screens. “I think I got it,” said Kylee has she heaved her breasts back to the living room. “What if this room isn’t big enough?” she wondered.

She bounced her way to Nash’s backyard. His backyard stretched all the way to the other end of the street. “This should be big enough,” said Kylee. She aimed the amplifier pointblank at her already enormous bust, closed hey eyes, and fired. Her breasts grew very fast, faster than the first time she grew and ripped what was left of her dress to shreds. She loved every minute of it. She never wanted it to end. Her cell would be lost forever in her expanding canyon of cleavage, but all she cared about were the sensations her breasts caused her as she grew and grew.

You groggily awoke to the sound of grunting, heavy breathing, and a strange gurgling noise like something filling with liquid.

Opening your eyes revealed the source, your girlfriend Holly, now massive with enormous boobs was on all fours above you and had her chest dangling right above your face.

At first she didn't realize you were awake, she was too busy panting and moaning. You looked up to see her eyes closed, her face flushed, her mouth open letting out moan after sigh after lewd grunt.

The gurgling sound hadn't stopped, and you were able to identify the source as her breasts continued to swell right above your face. Suddenly they sprang free from her top, unable to be held back any longer. The reason for the noise became clear as what could only be milk started to leak and drip onto your face, some into your agape mouth.

You made a reactionary noise which finally shook her from her trance. She looked down at you, "Ohhhhhh babyyyyy, hiiii *nghhh* I don't know what's *unnhhhhh* happening, but I need you. I need you I need you I need you."

As she was saying this she laid down to shimmy out of her bottoms. Her tits completely eclipsed your view. You felt her tear your boxers off and reposition so she was sitting straddling you. You could feel her much larger ass squish against your calves and feet, it must've been growing alongside her as well.

"You're going to help me feel soooo goooooood." She said almost as if she wasn't even talking to you anymore. Her mind had been completely fogged over with pleasure and growth. All you could do was stare in reverence at your goddess of a girlfriend.

She took hold of you and pulled you out from underneath her, positioning you so that your crotches lined up but also so that your head was at breast level, "Suck me, suck me baby, please." She shoved a nipple in your mouth and your instincts took over as you began to suck as if your life depended on it. Sweet, warm milk, the ambrosia of the gods, began to flood your mouth and your senses, calming you and fogging up your mind almost as much as Holly's.

She then rearranged her hands so one was pushing your head to her breast and the other took hold of your hips and began working you in and out of her in perfect rhythm.

You were faintly aware of her coos and sighs, but one sound dominated your hearing, and that was the continued gurgling you heard from before as her chest continued to swell against you.

"Th- that's it... that's my sweetheart."

Megan Moore for Honey Birdette.

JUN AMAKI

>>Pisceus<<

“Things I Think Men Think Women with Larger Boobs Do In Their Spare Time When No One Else is Watching.” (Part 74 of the ongoing series.)

Okay. Bear with me on this one, because I think I need some explanation from some of you guys out there.

I don’t get the wearing a bra that is clearly too small. I really don’t get why so many guys seem to find it an appealing thought.

A few years back I found a garbage bag of old clothes in the back of the closet of my old room at my parents’ house where I grew up. And in there was another bag with a bunch of my old bras from when I was growing. They must have spanned the gambit from training bra up to one of my first D-cup bras. Don’t ask me why they got saved, but it was both strange and mildly trippy to see them again, especially seeing these tiny bras that at the time felt like such a huge deal. (And now, seriously, I am sure some of them would barely cover my nipples/areola… They’d certainly not be able to function with any properties of a functional bra to me now.)

But somehow in the course of conversation weeks or months later, I mentioned this find to a male friend. And his instant response was that he would LOVE to see me in one of those bras that was too small. And I really could not—and stil cannot—fathom why? What is the appeal???

To me, this look isn’t sexy. It’s positively ridiculous looking.

But I know some of you out there will fundamentally disagree with me.

So… anyone want to try to explain to me what the appeal is of seeing a woman that is wearing a bra that is too small?

Megan Moore by Reto Sterchi