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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."

“So let’s get this straight.” She said from above, after cornering you in the bathroom. You lacked the ability to rip your gaze away from the tits that probably outweighed you at this point, but you could still hear her words. “You used your size transferring abilities not for my ass, or my legs, or even my overall height, and instead just sent it all to my boobs? I basically have to carry these around now you know?”

This was still a relatively recent development, your openness with your girlfriend about your mysterious ability to transfer your size to other humans lead to some fun nights in the past week or so. You’d never directed your size towards just one body part though, and while in the “shower thoughts” stage of your shower your mind started to drift towards different possibilities. This was the out come of that.

So here you were with just a towel tightly wrapped around your diminutive frame, your rock-hard erection creating an obvious tent in the fabric. You weren’t really able to formulate coherent sentences let alone thoughts, what with your eye level equivalent to these mountainous breasts. Your girlfriend was still talking but it was all kind of just white noise at this point… there was only one thing you were aware of, and that was the primal urge to continue what you had started. Letting go of the towel, you began to concentrate.

“Uh, babe? Are you listening to me?” Your girlfriend said, unaware that you were focused entirely upon your single-minded goal at the moment. You instinctively took a step back as your stature continued to dwindle, the sudden transfer of mass took your girlfriend off guard, causing her to lose her balance, and the increase in weight even further skewed her center of gravity, resulting in her falling tits-first to the ground. Where you had originally been around four feet tall while eye-to-eye with her boobs, you had now gone down to two feet, and her boobs had swelled from the size of beach balls to the size of medicine balls.

This meant that movement for her was nearly impossible, weighed down as she was by the monolithic breasts upon her chest. She was clearly struggling to reach you, shimmying forward as best she could, but you just continued to back up until your back was pressed against the back wall of the bathroom. Committed to your task, you continued to shrink, sinking below two feet, then one foot, only stopping at six inches so you weren’t entirely too small.

However, this of course meant that the veritable landscape of boob flesh that was slowly wobbling towards you also continued to swell towards you as well. You spread your arms out, closed your eyes, and resigned yourself to your fleshy “doom.” You waited… and it did not come. You cracked an eye open just in time to see a hand reaching for you. It seems as if your girlfriend had rolled forwards so that she was parallel with the ground, held aloft entirely by her beanbag sized tits. She glared at you for a moment before popping you into her mouth. As she swirled you around in her mouth, coating you entirely in saliva, she was able to rotate back down into a sitting position. Satisfied with her newfound mobility, she opened her mouth and let you fall out. You tumbled for a brief moment through the air before landing on your back, a soft, pillowy object breaking your fall rather pleasantly.

Yet again you only had a moment to realize what was going on as that same hand had one finger pointed at you, directly lined up with your midsection. It stopped as it made contact with you. Looking past it up at your girlfriend’s devilish smirk, you heard her say, “You made your prison, now enjoy it.” Right before she shoved you deep into the recesses of her cleavage.

Being surrounded on all sides by your squishy, warm boob-prison made you go absolutely wild. You began humping the walls keeping you contained, losing all sense of time, your only purpose to cum as much as you could into this heavenly abyss. This was made even hotter by the sudden sound and vibration of moaning surrounding you. In between pants you could hear and feel the vibrations of your girlfriend’s voice saying, “Mmmy tiny little boyfriend is completely helpless against my boobs. My boobs! My boobs are enough to completely overpower a man! Ohhhh ffffffffuuuuuuuck!” It was obvious that she was turned on by the experience and had begun fingering herself just as wildly as you were humping her tits. You remained this way for an hour or so, and then recovered in the same positions for another little while.

You couldn’t wait to see what other experiments might yield.

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