Thought Provoking Growth
By Helia Melonowski

	I sat in a chair before the ancient white-haired man. My shirt was flat 
against my chest and I sat comfortably talking with the old fellow.
	"Why couldn't I just be that way?" I said to the ancient man. We had 
been discussing the subject of my bosoms, or the lack thereof. I had 
pointed at a picture of a hot air balloon that was on a commercial on 
TV--jokingly of course. The old man just sat there and smiled at me.
	Suddenly I felt this peculiar sensation spread throughout my entire 
body. It was a most pleasant feeling, tingly and warm. I felt pressure 
from within, against my skin around the upper chest region. I lifted my 
hands to my blouse feeling two orange-sized swellings beneath the 
material. The feeling of the slight pressure pushing against my skin 
intensified. I cupped the swellings within my top feeling them expand in 
my hands. I was quickly grasping bulges the size of two grapefruits.
	"Well, this is definitely an improvement," I said still cupping the two 
bulges in my blouse. The material pushed out even further from my chest 
as the swellings expanded larger, a bit more than my hands could grasp.
	"Uh. Gosh. This is quite...um...nice," I said to the ancient man. He 
sat not looking at me but staring out the window.
I took my hands away from my chest and shirt, examining the continuing 
growth of the bulges. They pushed the shirt out further, starting to 
strain the buttons a bit on the garment. I felt the weightiness tugging 
at my ribcage as the two unsupported protrusions blossomed forth larger 
and larger.
	"Uh. I think this is fine now," I said as my top pushed out even 
further.
	"It is what you wanted," the old man smiled still looking out the 
window. "You have been granted your request."
	My shirt pushed out further and further. I placed my hands on the two 
bulges again and gave them a squeeze. Handling them was arousing to me 
and I felt two little bumps emerge from the ends of my growing breasts. 
	"Umm…I think maybe you should make them stop growing," I said to the 
old man. "I don't know what size they are but…"
	"Oh, you can best believe they aren't thirty-six inchers or forty's." 
The old man grinned glancing at me now. He looked down at my thrust out 
top and smiled. The buttons began to part on the front of the shirt I 
was wearing as the two bulges pushed forward.
	I looked down, wide-eyed and mouth agape. For a moment I didn't know 
what to expect, then, the sensations subsided. "Oh. That's better. For a 
second I thought I'd blow my top open," I said running my hands over the 
gigantic breasts bulging in my top.
	The old man grinned and I gasped as the big boobs pushed forward a 
little more, causing the buttons to become seriously strained. The huge 
things quivered taut like a couple of over-inflated balloons. The whole 
top was on the very verge of becoming lacking of any more room.
	"Oh my. I am certainly big now!" I said, not believing my eyes. My 
hands groped the large bosoms and the weightiness I felt from them 
hanging from my ribcage was real. Oh yes, they were quite real and quite 
large, almost bordering obscene.
	The old man glanced down at my nether region. I giggled, my huge chest 
jiggling, as I felt this tickly-tingling sensation flitted over my 
crotch.
	"Oh! Stop that! That..." I giggled, holding my huge breasts because 
they were sloshing all over. I needed a bra. "That tickles!"
	The ancient one continued to stare at my lower area, furrowing his brow 
as if he were really concentrating.
	"Oh! Oh my!" I cried as a most pleasant sensation began to build, 
rising from my hidden place and spreading throughout my entire body, 
rising right to my head. I felt flush and dizzy. "What are you doing?"
	My whole body trembled as the sensations built, the tickly-tingling 
growing more intense. With one hand cradling my giant left breast, my 
right hand slipped down to my crotch. I began to rub myself through my 
pants which only intensified the sensations.
	"Oh gosh! It feels like my crotch is on fire! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I squealed 
as my fingers rubbed over my tingling crotch, running from the upper 
zipper area then down between my spread legs. "It feels like...it 
feels...it..."
	Suddenly I snapped back in my seat, back arching, ass rising off the 
chair, legs trembling like a massive earthquake. My eyes closed, mouth 
hanging open, breath coming in long gasps, I cried out loudly as the 
sensations erupted into a huge orgasm that rippled through  my body like 
a series of strong waves. My huge breasts thrust up in the straining top 
finally burst free somewhat, popping the top three buttons from the 
shirt and blasting them across the room. The unfettered bosoms jumped 
and quivered as I bucked in the chair, panting and cooing like an idiot.
	"Oh my! What! Oh! OH!" I squealed as the sensations washed over me. My 
body bucked again and again, shaking my huge heavy globes of flesh. My 
hand rubbed my cloth-covered pussy harder and harder as the sensations 
intensified.
	"Do you like?" the old man said getting up from his seat.
	"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Oh yes!" I moaned as my legs shivered.
	The back rest of the chair in which I sat reclined all the way down 
until I was laying horizontal. My huge soft breasts that were squeezing 
from my partially open top bulged almost to my chin, still rising quite 
a bit in the pushed up top. The old man stepped up and removed my hand 
from between my legs. I returned it to clasping my huge bosoms that were 
beginning to tingle like the rest of my body.
	"What-what are you doing?" I asked the old man as I felt him tugging at 
my pants, undoing the clasp, tugging down the zipper, making my legs 
quiver even more by the movement against my crotch.
	"The final touch, literally, for your womanhood is to be loaded with 
the essence of a man," the old man said as he yanked the pants I was 
wearing down, away from my bare bottom. He pulled them down to my 
ankles. The garment clung there like a pair of ankle cuffs.
	"Wh-what? What do you mean?" I said raising my head, barely able to see 
over my mountainous chest. "Oh my!" I gasped seeing the old man standing 
close with his pants down also and an absolutely HUGE hard penis 
standing up gripped in his wrinkly hand.
	The old man moved up, bending his hard cock down an I felt something 
press against my vagina. The touch sent new sensations through me and I 
moaned, feeling that tickly-tingle again.
	"Are you going to put ALL that in there?" I gasped as he pressed harder 
against me. The big thing wanted to go in but there was some resistance 
from my tight fat pussy.
	"As much as you can hold," the old man said with that look of 
concentration again.
	The big cockhead pressed harder against my resisting quim. I felt this 
sudden pressure in my chest and again my fingers dug into my bust as it 
began to rise some more even larger. My boobs were growing again!!!


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