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The psychic had told Tanya she would have a life-changing experience in a bar. Of course the psychic didn’t tell her which bar, and Tanya had been to seven bars in the past three weeks and this was number eight. Tanya thought she’d find the man of her dreams at one of these bars but, so far, she had zero luck. Her friends always told her that psychics were all con artists but, she couldn’t help but believe there had to be someone with “the gift.”

This was a bar she’d never been to before. It had a classic charm about it, and it was somewhat popular. There was more than a handful of patrons in various states of inebriation and discussion with one another near the bar. She sat down at the bar and looked around. All the chairs, tables, and stools were made of finely crafted wood. Even the bar itself was made of wood. This furniture smelled new.

Tanya tried to get the bartender’s attention, but he was ignoring her. He was talking to some pretty woman at the other end. She gave them a sour look. It was obvious why the bartender was so preoccupied with the pretty woman: her boobs. Tanya looked down at the her chest, or at least where her chest should be. Tanya was attractive but she had no breasts worth remembering. That’s how it always had been ever since middle school, when girls started developing breasts. Guys would always pay attention to whoever had the biggest boobs. She thought that if she just waited, she eventually get the boobs she dreamed of, but life is a cruel bitch. It only got worse in high school with the larger student populace and larger bustlines.

Adulthood wasn’t any better. Tanya’s last boyfriend had dumped her almost a year ago because she had no boobs. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man since. She sat at the bar trying to remember the good times she had with him, but all she could remember was how he hurt her. She couldn’t remember his name, only the pain he had caused when he left her for a girl with larger breasts.

Tanya snapped out her awful memories due to a tight feeling around her chest. At first, she thought she was leaning into the bar to hard, but then she looked down to see one hell of a sight. Her boobs were growing. She immediately pressed her hands against her growing assets feebly trying to make them smaller. “Not here! Not now!” Tanya thought as her breasts grew ever forward. Her boobs slowly pushed her hands away from body as they grew. She tried her best to hide her growing boobs with her jacket, squishing them once again against her body, but it was all in vain. Tanya’s breasts started growing towards her chin, her eyes wide in fright.

Eventually they stopped growing. She opened her jacket slightly to take a peek at how big her boobs had grown and yelped as they seemed to lunge forward like they were prisoners escaping from her hands and her jacket, landing with a soft thud on the bar. She was mesmerized at the newly-grown bounty that was splayed on the bar before her. She opened her jacket slightly to poke one of her boobs. Her finger sunk into the warm, soft flesh which elicited a gasp from her lips. Tanya forgot she was in public until she heard a drunk male voice say, “Damn girl!” She looked up at the inebriated owner and covered her mouth in surprise as he snapped a picture with his cell.

Tanya quickly covered her boobs as best she could and walked as fast as she could to a table in an empty corner of the room, away from any eyes that might even glance her way, doing her best to minimize the aerobics her prize-winning boobs were doing inside her jacket. She sat at the table facing away from the bar. Confident she was alone, she opened her jacket and gaped as her boobs rested on the table with a thud. “Wow…” she said as she poked her boob to prove to herself once and for all if these melons were both real and hers.

Satisfied that these noteworthy melons were real, and idea crept its way into Tanya’s head. She hefted her boobs up marveling at how heavy they were and then dropped them on the table. “Wow, you girls sure are heavy,” said Tanya as she played with her boobs, a grin spread across her face. She lifted her breasts up again and dropped them over and over on the table, enjoying her new homegrown toys. After a few minutes of playtime, she lifted her breasts up and stared at them.

“How did this happen?” she wondered to herself. She thought about the psychic. “Well she wasn’t wrong. This is definitely life-changing,” she giggled, squishing her mounds together. “But how did this happen? There’s no way these can grow this big in minutes, right?” Tanya thought back to her middle and high school days. She remembered guys in her class drooling over girls with large breasts, while she was basically a surfboard. She then remembered in the girl’s locker room, how she listened to the other girls talk about how big their boobs were. Every week, it seemed that someone grew. One girl, Tanya remembered, had no boobs, and then over the weekend, grew to a C-cup. It wasn’t big, but bigger than what she had. Tanya was in despair. When would it be her turn?

Her thoughts then turned toward birthdays. Every year since eighth grade, on her birthday, Tanya wished for boobs, and every year, no boobs came. Every year, her wish grew more fervent. “Well,” Tanya thought, hefting her boobs, “Looks like my wish came true after all.” She remembered on her twenty-fourth birthday how she wished for boobs big enough to crush her ex’s stupid truck. She giggled, smashing her boobs together with her elbows, creating a canyon of cleavage. “It’s too bad you didn’t grow that big. That would be fun.”

As if listening to her thoughts, her breasts surged forward, growing bigger. Tanya gasped as her burgeoning bosoms landed on the table. She watched her breasts grow and grow with rapt attention. Her growing boobs almost hit her chin, when she heard shirt seams ripping. “Oh my God!” said Tanya to her boobs. “Grow for me, girls!” Her breasts inflated, testing the limits of the table they rested on. Her shirt ripped open revealing her growing breasts in all their glory. The table groaned under the weight of Tanya’s ballooning breasts. The table broke with a loud crack, sending Tanya headfirst into her growing boobs.

Everyone turned to look at the woman with the growing boobs. Some patrons put down their drinks, thinking they clearly had drank too much. Others shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide their boners. Tanya pushed her still-growing boobs around to see the expressions of her unwitting audience. Her breasts grew so big, they started lifting her off the ground. Her breasts stopped growing. She was enormous! Everyone looked up at the woman resting on top of the biggest boobs in the world.

Tanya looked at the patrons, her face dominated by the largest grin she ever had. Her lowered her face to her cleavage and said, “Keep in mind, girls. You still have eight years of growth you still need to make up for.” Everyone in the bar gasped audibly as Tanya’s titanic tits ballooned larger. Tanya couldn’t be happier.

My second tens Machine should be here today 😍😍 that's four electrodes per boob!! This stimulation is gonna be amazing! Also it's been confirmed.. I have macromastia!! My tits will never stop growing!! 😍😍😍 Ever since I started using the tens machine I swear I've been growing faster! All of my new tops are tighter around my tits and one when ripped down the side around my left boob!! It's okay though, I like the feeling of destroying my tops ❤️❤️

Girls of Australia 🇦🇺 Beauty and Diversity!

6ft6 Charlie Bell - Brisbane (Australia)

Been told “wow you’re so tall” at least 100 times these past 2 days, love that for me x 

Guys, pls behave, don’t state the obvious or ask silly questions!

You said before that you don't know where you want to end up sizewise, but do you know where you don't want to end up? Aka is there a definitve "too much" or even "too little" point?

Lemme hit two birds with one stone here:

A lot of you guys have asked me what bra size I currently am, I kinda got curious myself (finally right?) so I used Victoria’s Secrets online calculator. As of today 🥁 I am officially 44DDD (F)!🎉 I’m shook, like... wow 😳 I’d just like to thank everyone for all your encouragement and positivity~ I couldn’t have come this far without you all.

Onto the second bird, I’m unbelievably happy to grow as big as F cups (yay~) but frankly I would be disappointed if my growth stopped as suddenly as it started. I guess I want to go as big as I can naturally. That being said, I’ve looked into cases/people regarding sudden excessive breast growth like macromastia, women growing as big as 34o! I couldn’t help still feeling a little envious towards them ^^ but~ there’s also gigantomastia! Which is absolutely ridiculous! Like the difference between the two are astonishing, I honestly didn’t think they could even get that massive! I, personally, wouldn’t mind getting that big~ but that’s just personal fantasy(fetish? kink? I dunno), I am cautiously optimistic though ^^ I do have a size limit, like I wanna be able to move around comfortably and such, but... I don’t wanna jinx it. Like if it’s actually possible why not, ya’know? Dream big~(ger)!

Alexandra Daddario sexy gifs from The White Lotus S01E02

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