Obsession Granted
a older story I wrote for someone.
The cell phone sailed through the air at terminal velocity, enjoying its first and subsequently last, aerial excursion before coming in collision with the computer monitor: which had grown tired of life, and thought with its final thought that this was for the best really. Emily cussed, the perpetrator of the electronic homicide. She placed her hands over her almost nonexistent bust despondently. Why did everything she tried to increase her bust fail? She glared at the vanity table, literally strewn with a vast assortment of breast increasing beauty products, with disdain and trepidation. They knew what they did wrong..and she loathed them for it. "I ought to burn the lot of ya!" She yelled at them, contemplating it for a moment. But she was unable to come to terms with actually doing so, considering the sizable chunk of dough she had spent to acquire the useless things. The beauty products sat there silently as they have always done, seemingly as if to say. "Sorry we are bust lady, and that we cannot give you one." Emily slammed shut the bathroom door, leaving the breast increasing products to think about what they've done.
For the majority of five years now, she has attempted to grant herself something resembling a woman's chest, something that would at least require a bra of sorts. The thought of how much she was saving by not having to buy half her undergarments seemingly eluding her. She was an A cup at her best guess, probably smaller than that really, she had seen boards that were bustier than her. Though that was only one time when she created a wooden puppet named Busty Board, on a day when she was very bored. Everyone else in her family, mother, sister, hell even her brother had bigger tits than she! Granted he was quite overweight, but still, her brother Mark had bigger man tits than she did, and she hated it. At the age of 23, she was well past puberty and the hope of anything coming close to real tits.
From the smoldering heap of what was left of her computer monitor, there came a noise. She looked at the wreckage with wild bemusement. "And that will teach you to show images and false proclamations of bigger tits at me again!" She said and stuck out her tongue at it. The monitor remained motionless, but from within the old CRT monitor her cell phone rang again. "Eh?" She peered into the depths of the dead monitor and saw her pink flip phone was still intact and was indeed ringing. She inched her hand slowly inside, being cautious not to scrape her hands on the shards of glass. An image flashed in her mind that the monitor was angry and that the remnants of the glass still sticking up from where the screen once was made it look like the monitor had fangs and would chomp on her hand any second. Emily shook her head of this vision and grabbed her phone before pulling her arm out fast.
The phone was an earlier model of course, today most phones are smart, (and not because they can offer fashion device, which most can) and most computer monitors were LCD. She shrugged while she opened her phone..That's what's nice about being poor, most of the older crap I still have can survive anything! She thought and answered her phone with a "Hello?"
"Emily! Finally you pick up!" Emily's best friend Shyanne said with a giggle. "Hey! How's my best girl?" Emily smiled, feeling better from hearing her friend. "I can't come over and visit today, as much as I wanna. Chaz is going to take me out to dinner. But I mailed you something a few days ago, maybe it came in already? Let me know when it does! I think it'll help your situation!" Emily couldn't see her but she could swear Shyanne blinked at her with that last sentence. She grew excited. " You didn't have to get me anything you silly girl!" Emily giggled. "Nonsense! I won't hear anything of it! Bleh I gotta go, he's pulling me out the door, but he'll have to try harder than that! Lata!" Shyanne giggled and hung up. Emily threw the phone down on the couch, and walked out to the mailbox to check. She squealed when she seen a package from Shyanne waiting, with a note attached. The note read "Hi there hon! I know how much you've been trying for a bigger rack! I hope these help for when you do get bigger! ^^" In the package was a very sexy, black lace bra. Emily knew Shyanne meant well but it just filled her with resentment. Hrmpf! Thought Emily as she tossed it on the couch, she went to the kitchen, briefly contemplating if she had a disposition to throwing objects. She shrugged off the notion.
Later that night she was watching some porn on the T.V. The clock on the wall said it was 12:01am but it had been prone to lying in the past. She was watching to lesbian women going at it, now it was the fact that they were lesbians that was turning her Emily on, it was that both the girls had huge, FF cup breasts. She was hugging a pillow to her chest close, and some tears were streaming from her eyes. She gritted her teeth and was about to throw the remote at the television, stopped and thought about it for a second, then switched off the T.V. and set the remote down. She stomped off to her bathroom angrily and glared at all the thus far failed beauty products stuffed in her linen closet.
She had the kind of gleam in her eye like a woman pushed over the edge, her eye twitching a little as she poured all the bust enhancing creams and lotions into the tub, the stopper plugging up the drain as slowly the tub was filled with bottle after bottle of different breast lotions. She threw the last of the empty bottles behind her into the pile with the other empties. "There!" She smiled to herself as she looked at the near full tub, all the different lotions and creams mixed into a dark pinkish hue of liquid. She grinned what would be described by 5 psychotherapists out of 4 as a demented grin of someone who had lost all of their marbles and touch with reality as she stripped down. She smiled to herself as she stepped into the tub.
She opened her eyes, looking around the fuzzy room. What happened? She thought. "Last thing I remember I was looking at porn and then.." She looked around and realized she was laying in a tub. However it was completely empty save for a few small puddles of pinkish liquid. "Oh that's right, I remember now..but what happened? Where'd all the lotion go?" She turned around and saw that the tub plug was still in place, meaning she couldn't have drained it all away. "And what time is it? Did I fall asleep?" She looked for her watch and saw it over on the sink next to the tub. She crawled into a kneeling position, trying to get her feet under her, and stood up shakily. She was feeling very weak for some reason, as if she had spent some time laying in the tub. She also noted that she was relatively dry and that her skin felt a bit smoother too. She wrapped a towel around her for no particular reason and reached for her watch. 2:02AM it read. "Two in the morning? I've lost four hours sleep! Damnit I'll be late for work tomorrow!" She walked out of the bathroom but stopped dead in her tracks. She looked down at her self, then walked backwards back into the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Staring back at her was herself, everything looked normal, except her once flat chest now had C cup breasts!
She stared in disbelief at her new knockers, her fingers prodding the soft, yielding new flesh that now rested on her chest. All her life she had been flat chested..and now finally she had real, respectable tits! "Holy shit, it worked!" She squealed and hugs her bosom close to her. She walked out of the bathroom and headed back down to the living room, the biggest room of the house, giggling as her boobs bounced with every step. She flopped on the couch, yelping a little as her breasts bounced, taking a full two minutes for them to stop. She giggled as she groped them again, strange did they feel bigger?
She lightly rested her hands on her bosom and watched, in under a minute her hands were pushed outward a few inches, she was still growing! She moaned and watched with glee as her tits were slowly growing more and more. Soon two inches a minute become four inches, and four became eight and so on. She had to be a JJ cup by now, laying on her back on the sofa, she watched as her inflating breasts blocked off all her view of the rest of her body. As her arousal grew, so too did her tits, her growing lust fueling more and more growth. If she had been standing, her tits would have reached her belly button by now, but they were much more firm than that, almost impossibly firm for how large they were. Almost as if gravity was taken out of the equation all together, they were very round and firm. And yet when she touched them (and she was touching them a lot) they felt very soft and supple, the way she always dreamed they would.
She tried to sit up, finding it a little difficult, luckily there weren't as heavy as breasts that big should have been. She gasped as they completely covered her lap, growing outward onto the cushions of the sofa, slowly enveloping her knees. The tops of her breasts were almost to her chin now. She reached out and grabbed as much tit flesh as she could, she was amazed to find that she couldn't reach her own nipples now, the growth seemed to pick up again. She couldn't hold back anymore as she came, her juices, had she been able to see, soaking the seats of the couch, but her breasts prevented her from seeing much other than the vast expanse of her flesh. She felt her growing tits rubbing against the moist cushions as they grew, seeming to suck up any and all of the liquid off the sofa.
The growth was coming in what seamed like waves, every few minutes she felt a burst of energy and her tits would swell even faster, one effect after another of the multitude of breast growth lotions kicking in. Her breasts had filled all the sofa, spilling over the sides, and had just made contact with the floor. Emily gasped as her sensitive nipples pushed slowly along the plush carpeting, her nipples growing proportionally as well. Bigger than beanbag chairs now they were and still they grew. Emily attempted to stand up but that was no longer an option, as her breasts grew outward along the floor they pulled her body forward, till she was resting her body atop them, her feet barely able to touch the ground. Her huge nipples pushing outward, a wall of tit flesh behind them as they proceeded to overtake the small room. Emily was screaming in lust, experiencing what few women do; multiple orgasms.
Loud clatter filled the room as her growing breasts pushed aside furniture, making way, taking up most of the floor space in her living room. "Bigger! Bigger! Yeeesss!" Emily cried, common sense and rationality lost, replaced with pure lust. Years of pent up frustration and emotion finally being released, finally getting what she yearned for all these years, and goddamit was she gonna enjoy every second of it! In her lust-addled mind she could never be big enough, she was still cumming. Her cum having no where to go but under her, onto the surface of her breasts. Her breasts greedily sucked it up, growing even faster with every drop of it. Her left tit smashed into the door frame, making Emily moan out again. Her left tit managed to pour itself into her kitchen room, making Emily gasp at the sudden, strange sensation. Her right tit wasn't content with staying in the living room either, all the available space already taken, slowly it grew up the stairs.
As her tits spread out, finding and filling every inch, they too began to grow up the walls too. Emily mewled in pleasure as she was lifted higher and higher, laying on a massive sea of her own flesh, more boob than human now. Her tits had taken up and filled every available floor space in her home, from the closets to the bathroom (that thought made Emily a little grossed out but it was quickly pushed to the wayside), pressing firmly against the outer walls of the house. The space from Emily generous behind to the ceiling quickly closing. She felt herself rising even more quickly now, with a thud her back thrust against the ceiling, feeling the so soft breast flesh envelop her entire body. Her boobs pressing against her face and body, she moaned, having a hard time breathing, did the only thing she could do, and licked as much of her tits as she could. This was the last straw, with a deafening groaning noise, the walls of her house blew outwards, flying apart. The roof still resting on much the top side of her tits for a bit before it slid off the vast slope of her mammaries. Free to the elements, with plenty more available space, her tits swelled even faster, spreading out. The cool, night air tickling her flesh, sending goosebumps all over her two story boobs, her nipples (the size of tractor trailers) grew harder still. This just made her grow even faster. She couldn't stop cumming either, she had lost track of the number of times, she'd orgasmed, all the cum fueling her growth. "A..at thi..ss rate I'll never ss..stop growing!!" She screamed in delight.
Fido had a good life. He knew this, laying out in his dog house, on the beautiful summer night. He sighed to himself as he watched some fireflies glide by aimlessly. He was just about ready to fall asleep when he heard a rumbling noise, the actual ground was shaking! He jumped to his paws and ran out to the fenced in back yard. What the hell was that?! The little poodle thought to himself. Suddenly the fence bowed over as a massive pink sphere pushed out onto the yard. Now Fido had seen the old movie "The Blob" before and this reminded him of that. He remembered watching it with his master once, wondering why people didn't just get out of the way. But this was his home to protect and he was damned if some weird pink thing was going to grow all over it! Fido stood proud and barked loudly, barring his teeth. Jeb was watching the wheel on the television when he heard his dog make a strange yipping noise. Musta found his self a lady! The old man thought to himself, turning up the volume. Around him the walls of his little house began to shake.
Emily reckoned she must be four stories high by now! She couldn't see anything over the vastness of her bossom, barely making out the curvature of her might tits. If they could be called tits/boobs anymore. Every second she felt objects that were being crushed under her boobs, making her yelp in pleasure, every obstacle a tiny spark of pleasure. Every pleasurable feeling making her grow faster, the more she grew, the more she got aroused, the more she got aroused the more she grew. Everything had happened in such a way that she was stuck in an infinite loop, with no visible end. Not that she wanted it to end, not at all! "I never want to stop growing!" She screamed, her breasts fed off the positive energy she was feeling as she grew even faster. She moaned out, spreading her legs a bit more, enjoying the ride. She then felt a small bulge of breast grow between her legs from underneath, pressing tightly against her swollen, constantly leaking vagina. She moaned, the feeling making her cum even more and greater qualities, a side effect of the lotions. She was soon cumming buckets, the soft breast fleshing pressing and rubbing, stimulating her clitoris, sucking up all the spilt cum, making her grow even faster than before.
The morning sun beamed down upon what was once the happy town of Oakland, Tennessee. The powerful solar rays soaked up by the still growing orbs that were Emily's chest. Another side effect, she yelped as she was catapulted another twenty feet into the air. All around her, as far as she could see was nothing but a massive sea of tit flesh. There was no way of telling how big she was now. She was still growing as fast as ever, that little bulge of tit flesh between her legs constantly arousing her more and more. She moaned as every minute under the suns rays she swelled faster and faster, like a massive sun sucking plant or something. She giggled to herself, "This is going to be one looong day!" She grabbed some breast flesh around her, resting her head on it. She rested there, closing her eyes, falling asleep to the beautiful feeling of continuous, unceasing growth.