Satisfaction

Ok, so sometimes you need to read the small print. That's the lesson I learned, when I made a wish. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true. Sometimes the small print's in your mind, it's in the details. Either way, I made a wish, and it…well, it didn't quite backfire but…man, if I had long enough arms I could take a photo and show you what it did to me. But, I don't, so I can't. So you'll just have to believe me when I tell you…ach, I can't believe I'm going to say this but: be careful what you wish for.

I mean, first of all, who even knew wishes were real? I mean, I liked the idea that they were, before they happened to me, but if I'd believe they were real I probably would have spent more time considering my wording. But hey, I guess it doesn't do to dwell on the past…nnngh, oh there they go again. Luckily I'm sitting down. Not that I have super loads of options these days. Fuck, they're big. I really thought he'd be satisfied by now…I guess not.

Ok, look, I'll go back to the beginning, back when I was a normal person with a normal body and a normal (so I thought) boyfriend.

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We'd gone on a nice road trip, and we'd stopped at a cute down, and in that town, I'd thrown a coin in a wishing well, and I'd made a wish.

That's about all you need to know in terms of backstory. We were having a lovely trip, but it was summer, and I'd seen him looking at a few girls with bigger boobs than I had. Totally normal, not something he did loads, but it was enough to get under my skin. So I thought, I'll knock that on the head, make a stupid wish, clear my mind, get on with the holiday. So I flicked a coin in, and these are the words I thought – in that moment, mind you – in my head:

"I wish my tits were big enough for my boyfriend."

That was it. Very simple, nothing complicated. I saw him looking at a pair of DDs and I thought "it'd be nice to have tits like that." Nothing insane, just a few cup sizes bigger than the meagre B-cups I currently possessed. Nothing backbreaking or monstrous. Just slightly bigger boobs. Not that I thought anything was going to happen, but that was my mindset. You have to understand that. You have to.

When we got back to the motel after a day wandering around, eating nice food, having a lovely old time of it, I found that my bra was a little tight. That wasn't unusual; sometimes my breasts swelled a little with my monthly cycle, so I didn't think anything of it. We had a bit of fun before bed, and we both fell asleep.

The next day I woke up and my bra didn't fit. This was more concerning, as I'd never swelled large enough to not be able to wear my normal clothes. I managed to find an old bra that was slightly too large for me, which just about contained my boobs, and I put on a tight vest top that looked basically skin-tight over what I had to admit were definitely larger breasts.

I was staring at them in the mirror, hefting them up and down in my hands, hands which normally dwarfed them but were looking substantially less overwhelming now that my tits were bigger, when my boyfriend Mark slid up behind me, placed his hands over mine, and began to massage my breasts. His large cock grew into my butt and then he began to gyrate it back and forth.

"Mmm, you look great." He smiled, kissing the back of my neck. I could see in the mirror that his eyes were drifting over my swollen breasts, running over them with desire burning in them. "Your boobs look so good." He whispered, sliding his hands inside my top and cupping them, tweaking my erect nipples.

"Oh fuck\!" I gasped, biting my bottom lip without even intending to. His touch felt electric on my skin. My new tits were so sensitive it was like they were begging to be played with. It felt incredible.

"How about you fuck me right now?" I smiled, turning around and leading him to the bed. My breasts bounced gently, straining to be free of my bra. I gave them what they wanted, and we fucked on the bed, the morning light streaming through a gap in the curtains.

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Later that day, we were enjoying a well-earned breakfast, when I felt a tension in my chest again. Mark was looking at me, and smiling, his eyes dipping down to my cleavage from time to time. I could see why; my rack looked immense. I smiled at him, squeezing my arms together, creating a seductive canyon of cleavage for him to enjoy.

"You're looking so good." He said, taking a sip of his smoothie. I smiled, tossing my hair behind my head. I had no idea what was going on, but my tits seemed to be a little bit bigger, the sex was incredible, and Mark was loving everything about me, so I had no complaints.

"Ooh, babe, you're um…wardrobe malfunction?" He managed to say, grinning a horny grin and pointing to my chest.

I looked down to see one of nipples had almost poked out of my bra. I blushed a deep shade of a red and pushed my boobs back down, excusing myself and making my way to the bathroom. On the way, my boobs swayed back and forth a little in my tight vest top, which felt very uncomfortable over my tits. This whole thing was very strange.

I made sure I was alone in the bathroom, and examined my boobs. They looked huge\! My tits were spilling out of my bra which looked way too small, and my top was struggling to contain the overflow. I reached in and pushed down the breastflesh that was trying to escape, only to find there was nowhere for it to go. My boobs bulged out of the bra, in a gorgeous mass of cleavage that was starting to look a little indecent for a holiday brunch. It looked like I was out of the town on a Friday night, looking for a big dick to go between my girls. Which, to be fair, was exactly what I'd snared in the form of Mark, but it wasn't like I needed to advertise the fact. I tried one more time to adjust my chest to make things look a little less like I was popping out, and managed to at least put my nipples back undercover. My tits still looked abnormally large, and appeared to be almost a cup size bigger than this morning. My clothes were not dealing well with this new size, but I had to be honest, with my tall figure and slim waist, I looked fucking banging. I knew Mark would notice, and would absolutely love what he was seeing. I considered the idea that the wish I made might have, on some level, been real. It was madness, but I had no other explanation for the inflation I saw before me. Whatever, I was on holiday, time to enjoy it.

I walked back to where Mark was sitting, my breasts swaying a little more in their tight prison, and sat down, arching my back a little to show off my engorged pair.

Mark looked at them with delight in his eyes, and took another sip of his smoothie.

"You look so hot." He grinned, and I smiled back. "Right back atcha." I grinned, taking a slice of bacon and popping it into my mouth. My chest felt tight, and as I looked down I could see my breasts taking up so much room beneath me they almost reached the table. This was great. What could possibly go wrong?

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We spent an afternoon sightseeing and enjoying the local area, but after a while I had to make a quick trip to a thrift store to pick up some new clothes. I told Mark I just wanted to see if there were any cute bargains, but in reality my tits were getting so big I was worried I was going to accidentally expose myself if I didn't change my clothes. I also needed a new bra badly; my boobs were getting so big the entire thing was almost unable to cover my nips.

Inside, I found a pretty ugly DD-cup bra that strangely enough looked like it would fit over the girls. I couldn't believe it – DD?? That was like the ideal size\! I noticed how much less cute the bras got as they got bigger, and pitied the ladies with the larger chests, for how little style they would be able to enjoy. Not me though; I hit the sweet spot between sporty and busty, my big fat tits just a bit too big for my slim frame, my flat stomach highlighting the discrepancy in size and making them look all the bigger.

I grabbed some tees, slid into the change room and slipped my tits into my new bra. They were so sensitive to the touch, I gasped out loud, and again when I saw just how big my breasts had gotten. They were huge and full and round and barely fit into my DD bra. It was as if they were growing in front of my eyes. I did up the clasps at the back and marvelled at how the bra lifted my tits into this gorgeous mass of cleavage that felt like it ended just below my chin.

I tried on a few t-shirts, and found them all too tight, but in a way that showed off my tits so much I really didn't mind. They were all my size apart from in the chest, my breasts now so big that they all rode up over my boobs and showed off my flat stomach and slim waist. It was the best of all worlds, and I loved how my body looked. I allowed myself a few more seconds of running my hands over my fat tits before I headed to the counter and paid. The lady there raised an eyebrow at my appearance, just jealous of my big jugs probably, and I paid. Just before I left, I saw a few garments that really made me smile, so I added them to the pile.

Outside, Mark grinned from ear to ear as he saw me emerge, my tits full and swollen in my tight top.

"Holy shit, you look great." He grinned, his eyes running up and down my body. I was wearing cute little denim shorts, showing off my nice ass and long legs, but the real story was up top, where my beautiful tits were, if anything, looking even bigger than before, my chest bulging out looking even more gorgeous than before. My bra already felt tight, which was unreal.

I made a decision at this point, which was a pessimistic one, but one I am – in hindsight – glad I made.

"Just one sec babe." I said, placing the bag of items I bought in his hand. "I'll be right back."

I went back into the store, feeling the tightness in my chest and the snugness of the bra, and walked over to the lingerie section. Once there, I bought a selection of bras, going from EE-cup to the largest size they had, which looked like some kind of military parachute, and had no label that I could read. They were ugly as hell, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case.

The lady's eyebrows raised even higher.

"Planning on doing some growing, huh?" She asked, a sneer on her face.

"Just a precaution." I said, my heart pounding beneath my swollen breasts.

Hopefully I wouldn't need any of these. Hopefully.

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Back outside, me and Mark enjoyed the rest of the day. I luxuriated in the sunshine, my swollen breasts heaving under my tight top and straining to escape the large, DD bra that I'd bought specially. I loved how Mark's eyes were on me at all times, and especially when I stood side-on, so he could drink in the fullness of my figure in profile.

He had his hands all over me all day, constantly pulling me out of view of anyone else to make out and run his hands all over my body. My breasts were so heavy and soft, and every time he touched them it sent tingles all through me; my body felt like it was a live wire sticking out of a socket, except whenever anyone touched me, it was me who got the shock.

And I could feel my tits slowly getting bigger.

It started to scare me a little, at this stage. It was slow, but I could feel the increasing tension in my bra as my breasts started to slow bulge over the cups, like dough rising in the oven. I kept having to adjust my bra, to let more of my engorging breasts slide into the cups, the rest having to settle with peeking over the top. It was starting to get really uncomfortable indeed, and the bigger I got, the more top heavy I became, the more I started to feel…right. It was like I was growing into the body I'd always wanted, except now my breasts were at least an E-cup, and they were about the right size for my body so that I wouldn't start to look a big freakish. They were certainly big, but I was tall and I had a good butt, so they didn't look outrageous. But as the day passed, and my bra got so tight I considered taking it off, and my top started to ride up revealing my belly as my tits demanded more and more space, I started to get a bit concerned; just how big was "big enough"? Little did I know how much the answer to that question would scare and arouse me in equal measure.

What was also strange is how little Mark was reacting to my now very large breasts. He loved them, he couldn't get enough of them, he could barely stop caressing them for us to do anything on our holiday, and I knew as soon as we got home he was going to fuck me senseless, my huge tits slapping against my chest as he pounded me with his large cock. All of that was true, but at no point did he seem to notice that I was bigger. Just that I was big. And he loved that. Which was a subtle distinction, but one that didn't go unnoticed as my breasts slowly but forcefully swelled larger.

By the time the sun was going down, I was carrying two very swollen melons around. My bra was struggling to remain clasped up – I could feel it preparing to break off. My top was so tight and stuffed full of tit that it looked more like a crop top than a garment designed to cover a whole torso. And I felt incredible, my entire body was tingling and breasts were the center of it all. The bigger they got, the better they felt, and right now they were big.

It makes me laugh now to think what I considered 'big' back then, but there we go.

Mark took my hand firmly in his, and for the first time as we stood side by side, I felt my breasts naturally push into him, their bulging firmness pressing into his side. I saw the large erection tenting in his pants, and with one look in my eyes, he led me back to our motel for what I knew was going to be the best sex of my new, big-breasted life.

If only I knew how wild things were going to get from here.

We made our way back to the motel, and I found myself tingling with excitement, not just because that was the way my new body seemed to be wired up, but also because I was so thrilled to take my new puppies for a spin. They were feeling seriously big now, bulging and heavy on my chest, taking up so much space. They were packed into my bra which was now feeling strikingly tight as by boobs slowly expanded.

My favorite thing of all was the heavy way they shook when I moved. There was a weight and heft to them now that I'd never had before, and no matter how tight my bra got (and it was getting pretty damn tight), they had a gently sway to them that belied just how big and heavy they were getting. That really turned me the fuck on, in ways that I would never have expected, and I found myself longing not only to put them to the test with Mark, but also hoping that'd they'd actually get just a little bit bigger…

I knew that was foolish though. I'd wished for my breasts to be big enough for him, and they were so large now he was probably, if anything, a little over them. There was big tits and there was big tits, and I was moving from one slowly towards the other. So I felt safe, knowing that my boyfriend had a pretty clear limit, and once I reached that, my growth would stop. Again, as I thought that, I was struck by how disappointed part of me was, but I pushed that down; my tits were already so big, if they got much bigger I'd start to have difficulties getting around\! They already took up a lot of space when I looked down, they were already starting to bulge into Mark as we walked, I was concerned I'd have to explain my sudden ballooning chest to everyone at home – so many things to deal with that I'd rather not think about.

On the plus side, Mark really, truly didn't seem to notice that I was growing, so I figured I might be lucky and no one else would too. This would really be a win for me; I could get the bigger chest I'd (apparently?) always wanted, and no one would ask difficult questions about surgery or anything even weirder.

So as we approached the motel, my tits pouring out of my bra, my shirt fit to burst, I put all such worries out of my mind, and focused entirely on my own body, and my own pleasure. We opened the door, and went to step through at the same time. Our bodies met in the middle, and whereas before it would have been a briefly awkward slide past each other, I was too big for that now. Mark's chest was met with my expansive breasts, which bulged gloriously into him. They squeezed up and out as his chest met mine, and I felt my bra ping off at the extra stress it was put under. Mark smiled, hearing the pop and knowing my tits had burst it off, and leaned in for the kiss.

I kicked the door shut with my foot and we embraced passionately, running our hands over each other's bodies, feeling the intense pleasure flowing us as my new, huge tits supercharged our sex life. I wondered dimly what it felt like for Mark – was he getting to enjoy the new size like I was, luxuriating in the growth, in the expansion, in them getting bigger? Or was he simply thinking "I'm having sex with my girlfriend and her big tits"? Either way, he was getting the ride of his life, but it saddened me to think he wasn't getting to enjoy the fact that I was blowing up before his eyes. It certainly added a huge amount of spice to the experience for me.

I decided to test the water. I turned to face him, my bra hanging off my tits, making them look even bigger as the large cups added to the padding. They loomed off me like water balloons. I loved how heavy and swollen they had gotten. I wasn't sure, but I think they had started slowly growing again. It was hard to tell as I breathed in and out, but if I looked carefully, it looked they shrank in size a little less every time I breathed out, as if every inhale I made was slowly, ever so slightly pumping them up. The thought made me dripping wet.

"So…notice anything different about me?" I asked, deliberately turning myself side on so he could see my big tits in profile. I ran my hands over them, feeling their huge curves, my nipples massive and rock hard, poking out like small thumbs.

He watched my run my hands over myself, and before I'd made my way to the end of my tits I was shuddering and gasping with pleasure as every touch I made to my chest sent shockwaves of arousal through my body. It felt so good. And I could feel my breasts expanding. It was hard to pin it down exactly, but as I ran my hands over my swollen, fleshy mounds I could just sense they were getting that big heavier and more bulbous, taking up a little bit more space in my hands, pushing out a little each time. It felt so good.

"I…uh…well you seem, like, really horny." He smiled, then his eyes went wide. "Not that that's a complaint\! I love it. But just, like, hornier than usual. Maybe it's the holiday vibes." He grinned, moving closer to me. "And I love those little shorts you're wearing, they really show off your ass."

He moved close to me, sliding his hands down my waist and running his hands over my butt. My breasts pushed up into him again, my nipples hard and sending more shockwaves through me.

"Uhhhh, fuck." I bit my lower lip. My huge tits were swelling against him now, bulging and ponderous, stretching out my shirt, lifting it up a little further to reveal more of my perfectly flat belly.

"I mean, you're right, I'm very horny right now." I whispered, taking his hand and placing it over my dripping wet pussy. He rubbed gently back and forth and I moaned with delight, pushing my sodden cunt into his hand, which returned the pressure gladly.

"But…y'know?" I arched my back, my growing tits now at least an F-cup, maybe larger, so big my shirt was starting to feel tight enough to pop its stitching. "Nothing else about me feels…bigger?" As I said that, I leaned further back, my huge boobs bulging into him, almost covering his face.

He buried his head in them, kissing and licking them through the t-shirt as it got tighter and tighter. I was panting now, so horny I felt like I was going to burst. It was as if every time I went up a cup size, I needed more dick inside me.

He smiled at me, his huge boner thrusting into me.

"Uh, no? I mean, your tits are fucking huge and great as always, but bigger? Maybe a little, but I love them just the way they are."

I gasped with pleasure, not just at the compliment, but the acknowledgement that I had huge breasts. I knew it was true, of course, but so much about this had been so weird and alien and part of my mind still thought I was dreaming or had made this up. Now it was proven to be true, Mark recognized the huge mass of my tits, and loved them. That was so good to hear. But more strange was the fact that he'd always thought I had huge tits. So the wish was re-writing things to make it look like I'd always been this way. I didn't know how I felt about that. But my primary emotion was being deeply turned on by my sexy boyfriend, and more pertinently, my huge chest, so I swept aside any enquiring part of my mind, and simply pulled him in for a kiss.

I felt my chest erupt upwards like lava boiling out of a volcano, my huge, plush, squishy tits bulging out in all directions as we made out. His hands ran over the huge sides of my breasts, which had definitely gone up a cup size again (G-cups, I mentally calculated) and I pushed him onto the bed, where I stood over him like a goddess. I ran my hands over my huge boobs, running them down either side and tweaking my massive, hard nipples. I knew my tits were so large now that they were almost obscuring my head, so I leaned back to complete the image. The last thing I saw was Mark's smile almost going off his face he looked so turned on, and the bulge in his pants told a similar story.

I decided to give him even more of a treat, so feeling the tension and energy building in my chest, I bunched it up inside me, arched my back as far as I could, and felt a popping and a tearing of fabric as my shirt started to break apart a little in the stitching.

"Wow, that's so fucking hot." Mark whispered, and I nodded in agreement, thrusting my chest out again and again to burst the shirt open further. I ended up ripping it off, throwing my bra to the floor and pinning Mark on the bed, my huge tits swinging down like udders, taking up a considerable portion of his chest. It turned me on so much to see my breasts hanging down like the gorgeous balloons that they were, and I knew I had to have his dick inside me very soon. But I wanted the fantasy I had in my mind, so I rolled him over, placing myself on all fours on the bed, my tits bulging down in a fantastic rolling mass of flesh.

"Fuck me from behind. I want to hear them slap against me." I practically growled the order, but Mark had no complaints. He stood on the end of the bed, taking my ass in his hands, and gently but powerfully slid his cock deep inside me. This was like no pleasure I'd ever know before; my body was on fire, so powerfully alive I thought I would die.

"Fuck me while I grow." I whispered, and Mark, who I don't think heard me, grunted in the affirmative and started to thrust his large cock back and forth.

"Oh my fuck." I moaned, feeling every inch of him fill me up, as my breasts gently groaned larger in front of me. It was like he was pumping me up, every time he pushed deep inside my pussy, my tits seemed to swell out a little in front of me. Before too long my boobs were pushing into each other, their large masses taking up so much space in front of me I couldn't believe it. I took one arm and wrapped it around their bulk, and the resulting swollen cleavage took my breath away. It sent such a powerful shot of arousal through my body that I almost passed out there and then. Instead, a throb pulsed through me and I felt my body respond in kind with a bulging expansion, stretching out further and wider, my tits now so big they were almost resting on the bed. I couldn't believe how big I was getting, I knew my boobs were now a good few cup sizes larger, probably around J-cups, and they were still growing. I felt them slapping back and forth on my chest as Mark pounded me with his huge cock, and I genuinely thought for a moment that I'd died and gone to heaven. Where else could you feel this good? I thought, as my tits expanded, my pussy pulsed with pleasure and my body throbbed with electricity.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come." Mark moaned, and I felt the same. His huge cock had bottled up all the sensation inside me, packing me with them, stuffing me until I was so full I was going to burst, and this feeling that I was being stuffed, pumped up, bloated by his lust was so all-encompassing, and fit so perfectly in my mind with my huge tits that were engorging larger and larger as each second passed, that my mind began to collapse. All rational thought was replaced by lust and growth and satisfaction, and I began to feel the most monstrous orgasm of my life approaching.

Mark was panting and grunting, and I could feel his cock tensing inside me, his balls pulsing, ready to blow his load. I leaned down onto my huge tits, burying my face in them, sticking my fat ass up in the air to change the angle of Mark's cock. He buried it inside me and the pressure on my clit increased tenfold, and I screamed with pleasure. My tits blew up, inflating like air bags as I buried my head in them, and I felt my whole body rise like a pump was shoved inside me, and then I really did feel the pumping as Mark started to come, and I began the long and beautiful climax that felt like lasted for 3 weeks but was probably more like 10 seconds, as I came again and again, my huge nipples hard and rubbing against the bed, my ass sticking in the air, Mark buried inside me up to the hilt, his huge, hard cock throbbing and pulsing and blasting cum again and again inside me, gyrating against my clit and sending my into the stratosphere again and again and again.

I couldn't believe how long it lasted. It was like the greatest trip of my life, timesed by 10\. When I was finally done I lay down on my side, feeling the huge mass of tits take up so much space on the bed in front of me. I wondered if there would even be room for Mark on there as well, but then I realized there was plenty of space behind me, my tits were simply very, very big, they weren't room-filling or anything like that. They probably sat at around K or L-cups, which is where bra sizes started to lose all meaning for me. I knew I would have to start looking at custom bras, getting stuff off the internet, starting to think about what kind of clothes I could buy that would fit over my immense body. But they were just a very large pair of breasts. That was fine. That was normal. Everyone had different sized boobs. I was just a tall, skinny girl with immense tits and a normal-ish ass. Ok, I was probably the most ridiculously top-heavy person anyone had ever seen, but that was ok\! That was just how it was, and that was certainly how Mark liked it.

I rolled over onto my back, and giggled as the huge, wobbling mass of plush flesh jiggled above me. They felt so huge and heavy and right on my chest as my tits blossomed up towards the ceiling. I wobbled them back and forth, and wondered what it would feel like to have a huge dick squeezed between them magnificent bulk. I knew it wouldn't be long until I found out.

I sat there, cum dribbling out of my drowned pussy, and breathed a satisfied sigh. That was far and away the best sex I'd ever had. And I'd grown substantially throughout. I figured this was probably the wish's way of finishing everything up, of getting me to the size I was supposed to end up with minimum fuss, so we could all get back to our normal lives, just me with a pair of massive, real, stripper titties to content with. Not that I minded. I was happy to go bigger. But I knew this was the end, Mark couldn't want breasts larger than these, that would just be insane.

So I lay back on the bed, feeling that comforting, heavy weight of monster jugs resting on my chest, and gradually fell asleep.

I knew that when I woke up, I definitely wouldn't be any bigger. This was it now, I would just have to get used to now growing any more.

Ah hubris.

How wrong can one woman be?

I woke up to sun filtering in through the blinds in the motel room, and felt happy and heavy and full, like I'd had a good meal just before going to bed, and wouldn't need to eat for a week.

I moved to pull my large, sleep t-shirt down to cover my legs, as they were feeling a bit cold, and noticed it wouldn't move. That was strange. I pulled again, and I felt a tug on the back of my neck. Why wasn't it moving? Or was it that it had moved as much as it could?

My chest tingled, it felt very sensitive whenever any movement at all happened across it. What was going on?

I tried one last time, and then gave up, rolling to the side.

The weight that smacked into the bed was enough to wake me up, as I realized with horror that I had grown again in the night. I'd gone to bed with very large breasts, and I had thought that was the end of it, that my tits were big enough to satisfy my boyfriend's desires.

But as I felt the huge thump land on the bed, my tits almost pressing into Mark's back, even in this large bed, I knew they'd gotten bigger. But how much bigger?

I tried to sit upright, but it was very difficult, and I felt a jiggling and a wobbling on my chest. I dreaded to open my eyes, imagining what I would see as I did so, but eventually I took the plunge, and I gasped out loud. My tits were enormous. I mean, they were big the night before, but they'd grown substantially in the night and were now taking up most of my torso. My huge sleeping tee was pulled tight over them, as if it was a normal sized item of clothing instead of something oversized to sleep in, and they hung down like huge orbs, huge and round and full. And they felt amazing.

I was surprised at how quickly I stopped being surprised. I guess part of my mind had expected them to keep growing, but it was a small, guilty little part in the back of my brain, a part that kept itself quiet and just silently hoped. There was much a larger part of my brain that was screaming what the fuck very loudly, and it took a lot of restraint for my real voice not to follow suit and wake up Mark.

With some difficulty, I hauled my body up to full sitting height, and marvelled at my tits' bulk as they bounced and jiggled on my chest. They were so huge, I didn't even know what bra size category to put them into, and they bulged out wider than the rest of me. I loved how heavy and feminine they felt. I wondered what Mark would make of them.

I leaned over, and was almost dragged down by their heft. I just about held myself up, and then decided to pin him, like Nala pins Simba in Lion King, my arms already straining to hold my huge weight as I crawled over him like a prize cow. My gigantic udders swung down so low they brushed against him, causing him to moan and being to wake up. I knew the sight he was going to be greeted with was going to be one he remembered for a long time.

"Hey babe." I purred, as his eyes opened and he was met with some of the biggest tits in the world looming over him, taking up almost his entire vision. The only other thing he could see was my face, tiny and round in the distance, eclipsed by the monstrous bulk of my chest.

"Oh…hey." He smiled, and immediately I felt his large cock grow into me, his morning glory ready to fill me up.

"I got nice and big for you." I smiled, trying to remove one hand from holding me up to caress one of my huge jugs. I immediately almost toppled over though, so I decided to use all my strength to hold myself up, my shaking arms giving away just how heavy I'd become.

"Mmmm, you do look big." He smiled, reaching up and starting to stroke the bloated sides of my ballooning boobs. His cock throbbed beneath me, and before long I was gasping with pleasure. Every touch of my tits increased their sensitivity, and before long I could feel them expanding again, slowly getting larger and larger, taking up more space on Mark's body and covering him with their gigantic mass.

"Uhhhhh, that feels so good." I purred, dimly afraid that I was growing again, fearful for where it was going to end up, but also deeply, profoundly aroused at not only the huge cock poking into me, ready for action, but at the gigantic size of my breasts, and the fact that they were getting bigger. I had to be honest with myself in this moment; I loved my huge tits, and the fact that they were growing? I loved that even more. It scared me, to be honest. My tits were about as big as any I'd seen in the real world, online or off, and yet they were still getting bigger. If they continued, if Mark's desires were so great that they took me into fantasy territory, I felt a little afraid what that would mean for me. On the one hand, I loved the idea of being so huge I could barely move. On the other, the practical realities of it kept creeping into my thoughts, pushing away the fun fantasy to ask questions like "how will you move?" and "how will you feed yourself?".

I waved them away. Mark could do all of that for me. This was, technically, his doing, even if he didn't know it, and if his desire was to have a girlfriend with tits the size of a house, then I was glad and proud to be able to make those desires a reality. My breasts, already starting to swell into him and pin him to the bed, were only getting bigger as I got more turned on, and I wondered dimly if there was a connection.

My tits heaved outwards, my formerly loose shirt now skintight over my massive mounds. They hung down hugely onto Mark, covering most of his chest now. His eyes grew wide as he marvelled at their bulk, and I wondered if he was able to see their growth, or if reality reset every time I grew a cup-size. I had to assume the latter, as I was now so big I looked like a human cow, and if a boob fiend like him didn't realize that that was bigger than how I was when I started, with barely a B-cup, then there was some very powerful magic going on indeed.

I grew bigger, my tits spreading wider and heavier. My arms shook trying to hold myself up, and I knew I'd have to give myself up to my growing bulk and blob down onto Mark.

"Mark, I'm too heavy, I have to-" and then I was down, letting my arms go, my tits pushing out into Mark like a blanket. I felt myself spread, my chest blobbing out either side, huge and plush and squishy as I began to expand across the bed. Mark was somewhere below, and I could feel his hands working at his pants to get his huge cock out so he could start pleasure the both of us. I sat there, lying on him, hoping I wasn't going to suffocate him, as my tits simply grew bigger and bigger.

By now there were as large as the top half of my body, and I was scared I was going to drown Mark in boob, so I shifted down the bed a little, with what strength I could muster to haul my huge form upright. I moved backwards a little, and found myself resting above Mark's huge dick, now ready and free of clothing so that it could impale me. The thought of it made my chest swell, and I bulged bigger, my tits getting so large that, sitting upright, they almost still heaved down to where Mark was lying on his back on the bed. He reached up and grabbed at my massive melons with both hands, a look of absolute bliss on his face. As soon as he sunk his large (but tiny looking in comparison) hands into my huge, soft milkers, a sense of sublime peace passed through me. The sensitivity of my gigantic breasts had reached such a heightened state, that my body shut down. All I could feel were his magical hands, on my magical boobs, and the gentle stretch of skin as I grew bigger.

My tits spread down onto him, so wide now I couldn't have my hands by my sides. They were starting to take up the entirety of the bed, and as they engorged, I felt more and more right, like I was growing into my true size, into what I was meant to be. I felt Mark's cock, ready to shove inside my dripping cunt, and I sat onto it, feeling him bury himself in my right down to his balls. My tits were so huge they now spread down right in front of his face, and I felt him lick and kiss my immense curves, placing a huge nipple in his mouth and sucking on it, a look of even deeper bliss spreading across his face.

The electricity in my tits flashed through me, and I was in heaven. It felt so incredible that I could barely move. All I was, was a body to be fucked, and grow. My boobs expanded larger and heavier, covering almost all of Mark, and as he pumped me up with his huge cock, they bulged larger. My left breast, almost as large as rest of my body, grew so big it almost poured off the bed, threatening to drag me down with it. I laughed at such a thought, and knew that soon it would be so big it would crush everything in this room. Mark's cock thrust into me, and I grew more, spreading outwards to claim more of the room beneath my bulk, getting larger and sexier and heavier with every passing second. I felt like a god.

Soon, I could feel Mark's cock preparing to come. My tits by this stage had enveloped all of him except his face. I would have paid good money to see the world from his perspective at that stage. He would have seen only breast, the most enormous mound of cleavage burying him in their beauty, all-encompassing boobs preparing to swallow him whole as he prepared to come.

I could feel his balls tensing, throbbing, his huge shaft ready to blast as it filled my dripping pussy beyond capacity. I was tensing and clamping and preparing to milk his dick for every drop of cum, and then I felt him teeter over the edge and prepare to blast. I did the same, running my hands over every inch of my phenomenal tits that I could see and feel, and the sensations that coursed through me were beyond description. I had been plugged into the power station of life and I was electric. My entire body shook and rattled and swelled, as I screamed with pleasure and came again and again and again.

Mark's cock blasted inside me, I felt like it was twice as big as usual because I was so sensitive and ready to take his load. More and more he came, and more and more I screamed and grew. I could feel my tits bulging away from me even as I tried to reach out and grab them. They were simply growing too fast for me to contain. As I looked down, I saw Mark's face disappear beneath my immense size, and as I cried with joy I felt the bed start to buckle and crunch under the weight of 10 women, all contained in my giant, monster tits.

Finally, I was done. Mark was under me, somewhere, but really I was a pair of breasts with a woman attached somewhere. I rested on them, the huge, wobbling, fleshy masses under me so huge I wasn't sure if my feet even touched the ground anymore. What was I going to do? How was I going to live? What if I kept growing?

All of those thoughts passed through my mind, but I found I simply didn't care that much. The depth of feeling I'd felt with that orgasm had surpassed anything I thought possible, so frankly if I could keep doing that and growing, I didn't really need to do anything else in life. Maybe I would feel a bit more sober later, but right now, that was all that filled my brain.

I wondered if Mark was still alive, still breathing under the tonnes of woman that crushed him. I felt a wriggling, and a panting, and then a small man slid out from between my tits. He was tiny down there\! So funny. His dick still looked proportionally large, which was something, but when you have tits that are the size of large chairs, it's hard to be too impressed.

I leaned back and found my feed did indeed touch the floor. Just. I tried to heave my tits, tried to move in any way from the smashed shell of the bed, but nothing was happening. I wondered if I had any recourse, any way of changing my situation from the immense woman that I had become. Wondered if I even cared?

And that's where I am now. It's a few hours later, I've grown a few more cup sizes, but what are cup sizes when your tits are approaching the size of small cars? I think I'm always growing now, my tits slowly spreading to fill up the room. And I do think be careful what you wish for, but with more time to reflect, I also think that part of me wanted this. Still wants this, is loving being this huge. It doesn't make sense; I'm a freak of nature with tits so big they're slowly lifting my legs off the ground. But I don't care – my boyfriend wants my boobs bigger, and so do I. We're in perfect sync, in that regard. I keep eyeing the door, seeing if I'm too big to get out. I think that's the case now. So I guess I have to grow so big I bust this place wide open?

The only solution I can think of – once we've finished growing and fucking to our heart's content, that is – is to perhaps send the boyfriend out to the well to make a wish of his own. It'll be a hard sell, because the look on his face still tells me he thinks this is normal, that somehow he met someone this, this…bloated in a bar and picked her up. It doesn't really hold together under scrutiny, but hey, that's magic I guess. So I could get him to make some kind of wish, some kind of controlling wish where I could change the size of my tits.

But honestly, right now, I don't mind. I'm still…uhhh…still growing, still slowly inching bigger. Still slowly filling this room up until there's no more space.

But it's ok. I'm happy. I'm enjoying the growth. I'm filling the demands of the wish.

And right now, I'm exactly where I need to be.