Thursday, June 14, 2012

Words, like a Flame, in the Forest of the Mind

By FlashBigger

If you asked Dawn later, it all started out innocently enough. It was spring break of their Freshman year of college – months since any of them had seen each other. But Samantha had brought the gang back together again. 

Frankly, it surprised Dawn. Things hadn’t exactly been… well between the old high school group, right at graduation.  It had gotten out of hand after Dawn started dating Sam’s old boyfriend, actually. Sure, Dawn had been friends with Mitch since they were in gradeschool, but what did that matter? Samantha Connelly had dated him, two years prior. And he was off limits.

In her haste to get revenge, Sam had burned bridges, spread rumors, and turned a lot of their mutual friends against Dawn.

Meanwhile, without the stabilizing element that Dawn had brought to their group, Bridgette and Eneiya had blown some situation or another out of proportion and weren’t speaking. Classes had been coming to a close, final tests and graduation right around the corner. They all started drifting apart.

But it had been three days before graduation that Dawn felt, for sure, that their friendship had failed. The night that Sam showed up at her place, out of her mind on something – Dawn never did find out what.

No one would cover for her. The rest of their friends had left her more than a mile out of town, tripping and alone.

Dawn turned her out, too. She’d just had too much.

Sam graduated with them, but there was talk of a deal worked out with the local police – then her boyfriend and three of his “good buddies” were in prison and she got to walk down the aisle with everyone else.

And then, nearly a year later, Dawn had gotten the text from her. “Hey grl! We have  spring break nxt week!! U want 2  catch up?”

She’d looked at her phone, mildly confused for a moment before typing back, “Sure.”

Dawn was ten minutes late, the last to arrive. They had sat down in the living room with beer and chips to talk, and reminisce. 

“You remember when we snuck into the girls shower room, right after the winter play for drama club?” Sam said, poking Eneiya in the ribs. They all laughed, Sam and Eneiya both fighting to talk through it.

“And he only got the suspenders…”

“…with one leg in his pants…!”

“Couldn’t- couldn’t SEE straight-“

They finished together, “-BECAUSE OF THE GOLFER HAT!!!”

The four girls rolled in their chairs, gasping for air.

Eventually, the laughter died down. For a long moment, it was quiet.

Finally Dawn looked to Sam. “Whatever happened to Wade?”

Smiles disappeared all around. Sam licked her lips. “He died. OD’d on crack about three months back.”

“Oh,” Dawn said simply. “I hadn’t heard…”

After that, it was also pretty clear how much they didn’t miss high school. Jokes would eventually lead to questions about what such and such was doing, or who such and such had married.  And each story brought them all back to those last three, terrible days.

After her arrest, all of Sam’s friends had been brought in for statements and questioning.  All except her boyfriend, who swore he didn’t know who she was and refused to come in. They let the issue slide. Sam didn’t have to think very hard before naming him, and his suppliers.

At about 10 PM, as their third movie was getting over, and the beer was finally starting to run low, Sam turned discreetly to Dawn. In a low voice, she asked, “How’s Mitch?”

Dawn wiggled her eyebrows. “What makes you think we’re still together?”

Sam smiled knowingly. “I always knew you guys were perfect together… I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you. It was just… stupid high school stuff.”

Dawn returned the smile and held her hand out. Sam took it. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot… and… I could never tell you how sorry I am that I…”

Sam was shaking her head. “That night changed everything for me… I think it saved my life. Kicking me out on my ass was the best thing you could have done for me.”

Dawn felt tears rising in her eyes. “I’m still so sorry.”

They hugged. And Dawn knew she had her friend back. And she was truly glad.





At three in the morning, as the last of the whiskey was disappearing, tongues had loosened, spirits were high, and everyone was eager to play a game.

“Ooooh! I know, I know!” Bridgette squealed, clapping her hands together. “Sam! You’re going to school for psychology, right?”

Sam nodded. “Rehabilitation, specifically.”

Bridgette squinted. “If you can still say that word without slurring… you need more.”

They all laughed. Sam waited, then prompted her friend. “Okay, so… what does that have to do with anything?”

Bridgette thought, then brightened as it came to her. “Do you know how to hypnotize people?!”

Eneiya sighed. “Don’t be stupid Bridge- they don’t teach that stuff freshman year-“

“Yes, they do.”

Everyone stopped and looked at Sam. She nodded. “It’s true. I could hypnotize someone.”



Dawn was far away. Where, she couldn’t say… It didn’t really feel like a “where”. There was a voice, a familiar voice, from far away. Yet, also, somehow very close.  It asked her questions. Why this was, she couldn’t say. Or didn’t care to think about it. She answered them without hesitation, not exactly eager to move on to the next, but content with having answered.



The voice wanted to know a lot about high school – who she’d liked, what had embarrassed her, and other things that she answered quickly. They were tedious thoughts.  Sometimes, as she answered, there was a sound, somewhat like a laugh, somewhat like a ringing bell. It would distract her, make her both more and less aware of things. Sometimes, she felt she couldn’t relax back into that contentment. But she always did.



It was 3:45. Dawn had been under for fifteen minutes and they were beginning to run short on questions. Bridgette reflected that she had always assumed she had a million questions about her friends and their deep, dark selves. But, when the opportunity came up, she found surprisingly few, and only a giddy sense of ironic humor from the answers.



They had each posed several questions to their friend, one at a time, always through Sam, who was the only one she could hear.  Eneiya squirmed. “Let’s make her do funny stuff now, like… bark like a duck!”

Both of the other girls looked at her blankly. “You mean bark like a dog?”

“Quack like a duck?”

She furrowed her brow. “Oh, you know what I mean. Better yet,” she snapped her fingers, “let’s bring her out and do Bridgette!”

Bridgette shook her head vigorously. “Oh ho hoooo, no. I’ve already learned my lesson, from our turn with Dawn. I’m not opening myself up to those kinds of questions.”

“Why? What are you hiding?”

Neither of them was watching Sam. Neither saw how hard her face became, the malice behind her eyes. When she spoke, both turned to look at her, and she looked like she’d had a wicked thought, a Sam thought.

But not a thought like this.

“I’ve got one, guys… Dawn, from now on, every day at 4:30 in the afternoon, you’re going to start feeling something that will turn you on. You will feel a tingling in your breasts that will throb for a few minutes, then go away. Every day, it will happen, and every day it will be a little bit stronger.

“Soon, you’re going to know that you’re having a growth spurt.  Your shirts are going to look tight on you, and just a little tighter every day. Your nipples will get hard and you will see them clearly through your shirts. You will enjoy it, no matter how inappropriate it might be.”



Both girls had their mouths hanging open. Finally Eneiya shifted her head and snapped her mouth closed. “Why would you do that?” she asked, confused, like she wasn’t getting the joke.

The look Sam gave them was cold. “Dawn, what did you tell Samantha, the night she came to you for help? Why did you say you wouldn’t help her?”

Dawn swayed a little as she answered in a monotone, “I told her that her big tits had gotten her into this mess, and maybe they could get her out.”

Sam looked from her, back to their friends. “That’s why. She never got how much the attention bothered me… Dawn, are you jealous of Sam’s breasts?”

Dawn nodded slowly. “Yes, I think they’re beautiful.”

That stunned all three of them. Finally, Sam looked up from her DD’s and shook her head. “I just want her to get a taste of what it’s like. If she thinks that everyone in the office is looking at her tits every afternoon, I think maybe she’ll be a bit more sympathetic in the future.”

Bridgette shrugged. “But why would you want her to grow big tits?”

Sam rolled her eyes and slapped her friend in the back of the head. “She’s not going to grow, stupid. She’s just going to THINK that she is.”





 The train wouldn’t stop bouncing or clacking. Dawn couldn’t decide which was worse. How could she have gotten so drunk? She hadn’t been that drunk since – well, since high school, honestly. And, as if the hangover hadn’t been bad enough, there had been her three twittering friends, giggling behind her back all morning, about all the funny things she’d said and done while hypnotized. And Dawn was happy for them. Really.

Only two more hours until the train would pull into the station. Dawn glanced down at her watch for confirmation. 4:28.

As soon as the number went through her mind, she felt a sort of buzzing, and imagined that the inner sound of her own voice was echoing off into some deep, dark place.  Then she was back, sitting hung over in cramped space on a train, heading northwest.

Dawn turned and looked out the window, hoping that Mitch would get there early to pick her up, so that she could see him waiting for her, right when she got off the train. She’d run up to him and wrap her arms around him. He’d kiss her and take her home. After he got her in bed, he’d take care of her, because of the hangover, and before you knew it, she’d be tossing and turning beneath him as he went down on her-

Dawn opened her eyes, alarmed to find her hand rubbing slowly along her crotch. She glanced around, glad to see that no one had noticed anything.

She felt a flash of something like heat and something like energy, before a wave of sheer physical desire. IT wasn’t desire towards anything, just the overwhelming feeling of being sexual, of wanting to touch and be touched.

Her nipples were stiff and rigid beneath her white blouse and she was sure that anyone who looked at her would notice them within moments. God, it was… embarrassing. But, she still liked it. It was… wonderful.

The next day, sorting through some papers that she’d brought home from school before Spring Break, she felt herself growing hungry. Looking up to the digital clock on the DVD player, her eyes spied that it was 4:36.

Suddenly, the hunger could wait – she was hungry for something else. Mitch, working on a model space shuttle at the table in front of their couch, suddenly found Dawn wrapping herself around him.

“God, I missed you, Mitch.”

He felt the heat coming off of her crotch after only a moment of rubbing against him. His member stirred instantly.

By the time he’d turned, her shirt and bra were off. He was surprised to see that her pert breasts were red and slightly swollen with her desire – moreso than he ever remembered them being. It was, in a word, awesome.



At the end of the week, two days before she was to return to classes, Dawn was getting frightened. Every day, like clockwork. Every day, as 4:30 rolled around, her libido would suddenly spike massively as that wonderful rushing feeling filled her chest. It was like pins and needles, like icy hot, and like having a dozen mouths on her tits, all at once.

And there was another thing… she was pretty sure it was getting stronger. Not quickly, but enough to notice after almost a week of it. Just enough that she couldn’t seem to get used to it.

Every day, she’d taken Mitch, often having harder, more passionate sex with him than they had a habit of doing, and she wasn’t satisfied until she’d come at least twice. Which usually didn’t take long. Sex was, right during that small window of time, magnificent.

But what really scared her, what really made her pick up the phone and call her doctor, was how little control she had over those feelings. It seemed like the more she knew it was wrong to feel that way, the happier she was about it. Her nipples were always thrusting so rudely out, just aching to have hand or mouth on them.

All of that, she could deal with… But classes were about to start. And Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday of every week, she would be in class at 4:30.  Tack onto that, her part time job was having her work on the weekends, which also always meant 4:30.

How she would manage all of it was, frankly, beyond her.



Six days later, she abandoned her B Cup bras. It was undeniable – she had suspected it for the last three days or so, but now she knew. These… spasms, or whatever they were. They were getting stronger. And they were making her boobs grow.

As Mitch examined them for her, Dawn couldn’t help but feel like maybe his heart wasn’t quite in the right place.

“Anything?” she asked again.

He grinned. “Yes. Beautiful tits.”

She sighed. “Anything wrong.”

Mitch shook his head. “No, Dawn. They’re perfect. Bigger, and perfect… You’ve got a doctors appointment?”

Dawn nodded. “Tomorrow at three forty five. I’m telling you, it’s those weird… flashes. Each one, I’m sure of it, each one is a tiny growth spurt.”

He licked his lips. “You think?”

God, he sounded hopeful. “You’re so useless on shit like this.”

He grinned and buried his face between her small C cups.



The doctor seemed skeptical.

“I knew you would be. That’s why I scheduled my appointment for now.”

The dark haired woman shook her head. “It’s just… nothing in the body is that… timely, usually. To happen every day at the same time?”

Dawn lolled back as the start of it came over her. “Gaahhh… There. It’s started. It’ll last about…. Ohooooo….. fifteen minutes?”

She began to squirm and writhe as Dr. Clemmins stepped close and noted the changes in her patient. Eyes dilated, pulse rapid, breathing deep and powerful. She appeared on the verge of orgasm. Sandra then moved down and saw that, indeed, her patients breasts had grown red and swollen, nipples bursting forth like small fingertips.

Dawn moaned and twisted, panted and sighed, and eventually relaxed.

Sandra nodded. “I’m taking more blood. We’ll compare it to the sample from an hour ago.”



Three days later the results were in. They confirmed that, indeed, whatever these episodes were, they were precipitated by a wave of hormones, endorphins, and pheromones.  But as to what, why, or how, the doctors were as clueless as Dawn herself.

She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror after hanging the phone up. She had been in the middle of getting dressed when the call came and now, here she was, fully dressed from the waist down, wearing only a bra up top. A 32C. Already, she was filling it out better. It seemed like her breasts would just never fully settle down from their sudden, joy-filled explosions each afternoon.

But what was worse was her own reaction to it. She wasn’t scared by what was happening to her. In fact, as she’d been forced to sit through classes and deal with customers at work, in the middle of her thrall, she had found her shame changing to a kind of sultry enjoyment. A naughty, private secret that only she was in on.

She prided herself in giving no outward sign of what was happening – except for her nipples, of course, which continued to throb and jut outward from the moment the episode began, right around 4:30. And since she couldn’t hide them, Dawn found herself gradually displaying them. She began to subtly thrust her chest forward as she sat at her desk, in class, or to twist in a certain way when she went to reach for something.

Anything that would drag her shirts and bras across her engorged boobs.

What scared her was her lack of fear – the ease with which she was coming to terms with, hell, even enjoying her body’s own rebellion against her.

For once, Mitch was exactly what she needed, exactly as supportive as she had always wanted him to be. He listened to her talk about it, about how overpowering it was, with rapt attention, but always kept his libido in check… of course, on reflection, she realized that they always ended up having hot, passionate, satisfying sex at some point during her rants.



The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and Dawn’s problem continued to grow. Just as finals approached, Dawn was finally reaching the end of her rope. The sensations had become too overpowering – to the point that any motion, during the roughly fifteen minutes it always lasted, would cause a rocking, wet orgasm.

Oh, she’d learned to keep her poker face up, but the powerful dents of her prominent nipples betrayed any pretense she could put on. Her jugs had grown. She furiously denied it, but the 32DD she was stuffing herself into had been too small for a week. Even worse, her own out of control behavior!

Last week, during the last real day off she’d had since Spring Break, she and Mitch had tried to have a quiet dinner, early in the afternoon.

He had come up with a bunch of ideas to try and ease her through “the daily fit”, as she’d taken to calling it, but she had turned them all down.

“I just want to sit and try to get through it in peace,” she’d said, resolved at 1 PM.

As they sat down to dinner, she found her anxiety growing, her glance returning to the clock with greater and greater frequency.

Dawn felt it begin at 4:27 PM. She sat up straight, with a sway that sped into a jolt. Her huge boobs rocked backward and forward, and Dawn felt something like a wonderful curtain pass through her mind, from the back to the front. As it flowed into her blood and down through her body, she felt her breathing deepen, her sense of smell suddenly more acute. Dinner, this wonderful dinner(prime rib, roasted red potatoes, Portobello, and asparagus) seemed to flower in front of her as her heartbeat slowed and strengthened, each powerful beat sending a pleasurable tingle throughout her chest.

Mitch watched her carefully, noting her blush, her sudden fluid, languid movements. She began eyeing the food in front of her, and her pupils dilated enormously.

Her eyes traced their way across the table and came to rest on her lover. Mitch felt his breath catch in his throat as her eyes focused in on him. She leaned forward slowly and sniffed. She looked like an animal, drinking in his scent, her eyes closing on the third great draw of air.

When her eyes opened and locked with his, she smiled slowly and plucked her fork from in front of her. She let her other hand creep up her side to her swollen globes, brushing her cleavage lightly before she brought it forward to grasp her steak knife.

Her eyes never left his, though his were watching her hands with rapt interest.  She skewered her prime rib and slowly sawed her knife through the fleshy meat, using her upper arms to press her tits together. The pressure of the blade caused beads of juice to rise from the surrounding meat, until, at last, the thin strip of meat slid free from the rest.

She brought it up slowly to her lips, drawing upward slowly through the air. Just before she bit into it, she slowly licked her lips and let out a long, slow breath that was almost a growl.

As the meat touched her tongue, she stiffened and her nipples popped forward to attention. She gasped and moaned, and came, a flush rising from her cleavage, up her neck and through her cheeks.

As he quickly carried her into their bedroom, kissing her passionately the whole way, she reflected that he’d never had any reasonable chance against her.



Dawn both loved and hated this newfound power. But anything could make her cum at this point. And her orgasms were becoming more and more powerful.

And then Mitch had come home with his idea.



“Hypnosis? Really?”

He nodded eagerly. “Look, you’ve been to the doctor twice, that specialist three times, and they can’t find any reason for it, right? Maybe it’s something in your mind.”

Dawn bristled and Mitch realized his mistake. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what I meant.”

She sighed. “No, it’s ok… anything is worth a shot.”



Dr. Rey sat back in her chair. “That’s it. She’s under… Has she been hypnotized before?”

“No.” Mitch answered.

“Yes.” Dawn replied instantly.

They both turned to her. The doctor raised an eyebrow. “When were you hypnotized, Dawn?”

“During Spring Break.”

Dr. Rey turned to Mitch, who could only shrug. The doctor shrugged back and returned her attention to her patient. “Who hypnotized you?”

“My best friend Samantha. She learned how at college.”

“Did Samantha make you do anything, while you were hypnotized?”

“She made me answer her questions.”

“What sort of questions?”

“Questions about boys we liked, what tests I cheated on, and about the night she got arrested.”

Mitch jerked forward in his chair. The doctor saw his movement and raised a hand for quiet, without turning from Dawn.

“Did she make you do anything else?”

“She made the daily fits happen.”

The two conscious observers looked at one another. The doctor straightened her blouse and skirt and sat towards the edge of her seat.

“Tell me exactly what she told you.”

“Every day at 4:30 in the afternoon, I will start feeling turned on. I will feel a tingling in my breasts that will throb for a few minutes, then go away. Every day, it will happen, and every day it will be a little bit stronger.

“Soon, I knew that I was having a growth spurt each time.  I always see how my shirts are going to look tight on me, and just a little tighter every day. My nipples will get hard and you will see them clearly through my shirts. I will enjoy it, no matter how inappropriate it might be.”

They sat in silence for three minutes. At last the doctor sighed and turned to Mitch. “I’ve never heard of a case of mental influence this strong. Her mind is literally making these instructions into reality, just from those basic – amateurish – instructions.”

Mitch fought to control his conflicting emotions. He knew they had to free her from the instructions, but he couldn’t deny how badly hearing her spout those instructions had turned him on. At last he sighed. “Can you put her back to normal?”

“Of course,” the doctor said, putting a hand on top of his momentarily. She turned back to Dawn. “Dawn, you will no longer have the daily fits-“

“Yes I will.” Dawn interrupted.

The doctor blinked, thinking her awake.  “Dawn?” There had been such an edge to her voice as she spoke. “Are you awake?”

“No, I’m very far away, but I’m not dreaming.”

Dr. Rey shook her head. This was an… unusual woman. “Dawn, do you like the daily fits?”

Dawn shook her head. “They’re too strong.”

“Then would you like them to stop?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I love my boobs.”

This, again, gave them both pause. The doctor decided to try an unusual tactic. “What would make you happy, Dawn?”

“Mitch makes me happy. He loves my tits more than I do.”

“What would make you happy about the daily fits?”

“They always make me happy.”

The doctor looked frustrated.  Mitch shifted forward. “Could I talk to her?”

The doctor thought for a moment, then nodded somewhat reluctantly. “Dawn, I want you to listen to Mitch’s voice. Listen to him like you’re listening to me, ok?”

“Ok.”

He felt a chill at the childish way she said that.

“Dawn, do you like growing bigger?”

“I love it.”

“Dawn, your daily fits are going to stop getting stronger. From now on, they will be just strong enough to please you, but you will feel in control.”

Dawn seemed to shiver.

“How will you feel during the daily fit?”

“I’ll be horny, and everything will feel wonderful, and I will feel in control.”

He thought for a minute. “Dawn, how big do you want your breasts to grow?”

“Bigger.”

“Is there a size that’s too big?”

“Yes.”

“How big is too big?”

“I don’t know.”

He sighed and felt a tremble pass through him. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was like Sam had handed him the fucking golden ticket! But even more amazing – now that it had been happening to her, Dawn actually WANTED it to continue!

He stood and gestured from the doctor back to Dawn.

The doctor looked troubled. “Dawn, you could be putting yourself in physical danger.”

Dawn made no answer.

“Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“What you’re doing could affect your judgment. May have already. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“If Samantha had asked you, instead of forcing this on you, what would you have said?”

“I would have said yes, but I would have asked her to make me grow faster.”

Mitch felt light headed.

The doctor shook her head.

“You’re going to pay close attention to your health, Dawn. You’re going to pay close attention to what your body is telling you. And if any of this causes you a problem, I want you to agree to come back to me.”

“I agree.”

The doctor nodded.

“When I count to three, you will wake up.”

“One. Two. Three.”

Dawn sat up. “Was I out?”

They both looked at her blankly. She shook her head. “What? Did you make me do something crazy?”

Twenty minutes later, as Dawn stepped from the office, Mitch made an excuse about having dropped his cell phone. He went back into Dr. Rey’s office.

Mitch looked at the doctor. “Why did you make her forget?”

Dr. Rey shook her head. “I didn’t. She doesn’t want to remember.”



Initially, Dawn had been curious about what had happened. And Mitch had been more than willing to explain. But her mind would always wander, whenever he began, and after the third time he’d tried, he gave up.

“But I do want to remember,” she insisted, her bouncy 32F’s bobbling inside her new bra. It felt great, just a bit roomy.

He shook his head. “No you don’t. Some part of you doesn’t. Just- look, do me a favor, ok?”

Dawn watched him carefully for a moment, then nodded.

“Trust me. We found out why you’re having these fits. And we did something to help you. How have they felt, the last three days?”

Dawn nodded. “Better, I admit. But-“

“I’m not arguing with you.”

Dawn stopped. “Just like that? You’re just going to put your foot down?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant that I haven’t been arguing with you. I’m actually agreeing with you. I think you should know. But I can’t argue with your subconscious. And it doesn’t want you to remember.”

It was frustrating to say the least. “Well. Fine. So, how did you make it better?”

“Stopped them from getting stronger. Made it so that, no matter how good it feels, it’s always under your control.”

For the first time, as he explained something, it didn’t make her phase out. She got a look of concentration and felt as if some lock had just slid open in her mind.

In Control…



Two days later, just at the turn of 4 PM,  Dawn found herself pacing in the living room. She’d had work the last few days, but the change had been undeniable. Now, however, with the burden of work thrown off of her, she felt like… enjoying the experience, rather than denying it.

Her pulse was quickening in anticipation. “Mitch?” she called.

He came running. “Yeah?” he said the moment his head popped through the doorway.

She turned towards him and gestured at her huge boobs. “I’m still growing, aren’t I?”

Mitch nodded.

Dawn sighed. “I… wanted to keep growing, didn’t I?” she asked softly, as she slid her shirt over her head.

Mitch swallowed dryly as her ponderous orbs swung into view. Already, after only three days, she was filling it out like it had been made just for her. That would hardly last, he realized.

Finally, he nodded once again.

Dawn nodded back. “I… thought so. I don’t know why, but I… guess I do. I guess I really love it.”

She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. “I feel so much better about all of this now. Thanks for talking me into going to see Dr. Rey.”

Mitch stepped forward and lightly ran his hand along the upper swell of her delicious teat, until he cupped her nipple and aureola. She shivered and stepped back, out of his grasp.

“Today, I want to really enjoy this. I’m sick of having to  control myself.” Dawn turned and strutted to the couch, slithering out of her pants and panties as she went. She splayed across it and looked at the clock. 4:24.

“Mitch. Come over her and do whatever you want with me. But please, take your time.”

His eyes were the size of saucers. “I love you.” The words came tumbling out of his mouth with such honesty, such simple, open truth, that Dawn laughed. She spread her legs and ran a finger from her lower lips up between the increasingly large canyon between her tits. “I love you too, Mitch.”

He crossed to her, kneeled beside the couch, and gently took one of her breasts in both of his hands. She marveled at the size of the thing against even his large hands. She suddenly couldn’t believe it was her, remembering back to when his palm alone could more than cover her whole breast.

Was all this her? These huge things in front of her face, could they really be her? As Mitch’s tongue began to dance across the surface, circling around her rock hard nipple, she knew that it could be. It was. It was everything and more.

Her world dissolved in pleasure.

Mitch knew the moment she passed from merely enjoying herself, into the start of the daily fit. She came fiercely and instantly, then couldn’t seem to stop. He grabbed her hips and turned her on the couch, getting between her thighs and eating her out. Dawn began to beg, “Please… please… oh god! Oh, please, Mitch…”

She would moan and beg for twenty, thirty seconds, then tense in climax, her juices running into his mouth. He lapped them up vigorously, nearly lost to his own passion. His hands worked constantly at both of her nipples.

And then, he stopped and slid back slightly, his eyes wide. His hand slid down to the undersides of her breasts and stopped, while he looked on. Dawn could only slither and cum, rubbing her legs together and grinding slowly on the couch.

The heat coming from her breasts was incredible – but not as incredible as the slow, steady plumping that he could feel beneath his fingers.

After a moment, he realized Dawn was mumbling to herself.

“Grow, yes, bigger, yes… in control… control bigger…. Yes, keep growing….”

And to his astonishment, she did. Something broke in him and he couldn’t stop himself. He slid out of his clothes, pulled his writhing girlfriend gently to the ground, and mounted her chest.

As his prick slid between Dawns bloated tits, her eyes cracked open slowly. When she realized what she was looking at, she let out a long, animalistic moan. “Yyyeessssssss! Growing, god, COMING! Oooh, fuck them, Mitch!”

And she eagerly grabbed them and mashed them into his cock, eagerly starting him off and begging him to keep going.

The heat was unbelievable, and they positively glowed from all the blood pulsing through them, but they did not look stressed, or stretched, or angry. Instead, they seemed to pulse, then jiggle, just a little at a time, slowly crawling forward on her chest.

He pumped to her encouragement, while he used one hand to tug and twist at a full, ripe nipple, and his other to finger her relentlessly, not wanting her to get bored or tire of this herself.

And the things she called to him. “Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, growing, love it, fucking love it! Huge, jiggly, fucking tits! God they’re so full! I love it!! I want them bigger! Bigger! Bigger!”

He suddenly brought both hands to her tits, squeezed passionately, and pounded her for all his worth, rapidly for nearly a minute then exploded within her tits, sending huge white gobs out across her neck and chin.

Instantly, Dawn clamped her lips around the end of his cock and sucked and sucked until he was spent. HE slid sideways onto the ground and stared at her sticky face, almost not recognizing her. Then she took a deep breath, relaxed, and smiled a sleepy smile. Despite the cum on her chin, he knew her then, and was amazed at his own good fate.



After that, Dawn had quickly learned to moderate her enjoyment. When she was in the thrall of her growth, she willed herself to grow faster, and her body ached to respond. In three days, three days full of the most intense sucking and fucking either of them could remember, Dawn had shot up into a bulging G cup.

Mitch had sat her down and explained to her, logically, and pragmatically, why they couldn’t keep on like this.

He never mentioned returning to the hypnotist, and when Dawn thought of it, her mind recoiled. Truly, she admitted to herself, she liked what she had become. What she was becoming. No matter how different it was from the norm.

But when he pointed something else out, she decided he was right. “Listen, if you keep on like this, sooner or later, you’ll get too big and we’ll have to take you back to Dr. Rey. When that happens, you’ll probably have to stop growing.

“The more we drag this out, the longer we wait, the more we get to enjoy it. Together.”

She’d pulled his cock out of her mouth. “You’re right. Now please: shut up and put my legs over my head.”



Samantha smiled wickedly for the hundredth time that day. She’d gotten a call from Dawn, saying she could use a friend. She’d been going through some changes, and she thought that Sam might understand.

She looked around the food court eagerly, but didn’t see her friend. To be honest, she’d assumed that nothing had happened to little-miss-itty-titties. After all, it had been more than six months. But who knew? Maybe she’d learned a little something.

“Hey Sam! Good to see you!”

Sam turned and – her jaw dropped. In front of her were twin monuments of feminine flesh, dominating her field of view.

Dawn pulled her to her feet and into a powerful bear hug that crushed her in between her friends stunningly large tits. She looked down and realized, with a strange feeling of jealousy, that her own boobs were, quite literally, lost in her friends cleavage.

Dawn let her go and sat down across from her, those massive boobies actually resting on the table before her. They nearly blocked Sams whole view of her face, they piled so high in her tight shirt.

“Sorry, they tend to get in the way” Dawn said, shifting until her giant masses lolled off the table and into her lap.

Sam just stared, open mouthed. Dawn laughed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you! It’s the strangest thing. About six months ago, I just started having a growth spurt! I’ve been growing pretty steadily ever since then.”

For one moment, Sam opened her mouth to confess. But, a small part of her mind figured, obviously she didn’t know what had caused it. Better to keep quiet.

Dawn, of course, saw the moment come and go. She smiled. “I figured if ANYONE could relate to me, it’d be you – after all, I remember how often having big boobs was a pain for you, while we were growing up.”

She stressed the word growing and subtly arched her back to push her boobs out. They hung to the bottom of her ribs, unrestrained, their lower lobes just to either side of her naval. In her snug 32H cup, they thrust out in front of her almost seven inches, though they only sat about an inch and a half higher.

Sam finally seemed to catch up. That sadistic part of her mind clicked back on, grinning internally. “Oh? So… it’s been hard for you, huh? I totally get-“

“Oh no! I love them. In fact, I’d say they’ve really, seriously, improved my life. Mitch and I have never been happier, and our sex life…” she closed her eyes and shuddered, thinking her her beloved thrusting into her, his mouth around a nipple.

Sam was lost. How could this be happening? How could she have actually grown? Let alone this much? Dawn was at least twice her size – maybe more. Probably more. And… she loved them? None of this was turning out right. “So… then… what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I wondered why it’d always been so hard for you. I mean… I’ve certainly encountered a lot more attention and, yes, the guys can be jerks. And, yes, some women are real bitches about it, but… Well, tell me: How come your tits have always seemed to give you such problems?”

Sam stammered and stuttered for a few seconds, completely unable to form a coherent thought. If she hadn’t been so confused, she would have been enraged. And she could feel anger boiling up from beneath… but it felt misplaced now. It was the same type of thing Dawn would always say when Sam complained about being top heavy… but Dawn hadn’t BEEN top heavy. Now, she practically defined the term.

She closed her mouth and took a deep breath. “It’s just… the pressure that people always put on me – men in particular. I always did my best just to be a good student and pay attention, but they were always picking at me, flirting with me… And the other girls in our class. Always spreading rumors, lying about me, blaming me for stealing their boyfriends…”

All the humor, all the warmth, left Dawn. “But you did. Seven times that I can remember.”

The confusion faded and anger took over. “They went after ME! I NEVER tried to steal any of them.”

“Yes, Sam, but you didn’t tell them ‘no’, either. And you could have ignored the teasing, the flirting, the rumors-“

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT-“

“What it’s like?”  Dawn stood up and thrust her chest out. “It was never your tits, you idiot. It was your temper. It’s ALWAYS been your temper! That’s why you hypnotized ME, isn’t it?!”

“I don’t have a problem with my- what?”

“That’s why you did this to me, isn’t it? Oh, I know. You didn’t mean to. And I’m not angry. You really gave me a gift! I always wanted big tits. Now I’ve got them, and then some. And guess what? Those daily fits you gave me are still happening, but they’re under MY control now… and I’m still getting bigger. It’s YOU who doesn’t know anything about having big tits, Tiny.”

Dawn stood up and strode past her. As she reached the door, she stopped and turned. “Get your temper under control, Sam. Or it’ll get you into even more trouble. And next time, it won’t be your boyfriend who goes to prison.”

As the door swung shut, Sam lifted her tray and threw it across the food court, screaming in impotent rage. She stood and flipped her table over, screaming, stamping her feet, and sobbing all at once. She was still raging around the food court when the police came, ten minutes later.

In fact, it didn’t occur to her that Dawn might have been right about her temper, until her fury finally ran out. Seven hours later, as she sat alone in her holding cell. She sighed, and thought of who she could call for bail money.



Dawn cooed as she lifted the new lacy bra out of the box. Mitch beamed. “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.”

She lifted it to her mountainous chest. “Oh, and it looks like it’ll fit, too! I’ll try it on right now.” She hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt and began to reach behind her to unclasp her old bra, a proud, one month old 32J. It wasn’t overtaxed just yet – in fact, she figured she still had two or three weeks left in it. As her firm, proud boobs rolled out of the garment, she saw her lovers erection rise in his slacks. That’s all it ever really took to get him hard.

Of course, with her jugs hanging below the level of her belly button, and thrusting out in front of her by a good five inches, unsupported, she could hardly blame him. Her rosy nipples and prominent aureola had been growing along with the rest of her breasts. They were exactly as in proportion to her tits now as they had been before all of this started. Her own palms could no longer completely cover them, leaving just a hint of shiny pink flesh peaking above or below.

Shimmying out of her old bra, she reflected on her perfect her skin still was – no stretch marks, no veins. Just creamy skin all around. And so much flesh. It took both of her arms to cradle them, but left them overflowing, and forced her tits up to her face besides. Mitch loved it when she did that.

As she slipped the new bra up into place, she was surprised that it was – of all things, too big. More than a little, too.

Dawn arched an eyebrow at  him. “Thinking ahead are we? What size is this thing?” She slipped it down, turned it around and looked at the tag. “An M cup? Are you serious? At the rate I’m growing, it’ll be two, maybe three months before I need this thing!”

The idea occurred to her as he chuckled. “But that’s not your present. That’s just forethought.”

She felt a thrill run up her spine as she glanced at the clock. 3:57 PM. Her mouth went dry. “I thought…” she swallowed, “I thought we decided to take it more slowly…”

Mitch shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot… You’re a J cup, right now. They weigh… what, six or seven pounds each?”

Dawn nodded. “Probably a bit more, yeah.”

He raised his eyebrows. “They don’t seem to bother you…”

“Are you kidding? I guess I have a strong back, but I love feeling them tugging on me. I love bouncing, too.” She bounced on her heels to demonstrate. Mitch seemed to lose his train of thought as he watched them.

Finally, he shook his head. “So, I figure you wouldn’t mind growing bigger… faster. And it IS your birthday.”

Dawn let out a long breath. “Oh, Mitch. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. This is THE best birthday present you could have given me!”

He shook his head. “That’s not the present.” He took a deep breath and suddenly looked nervous. Finally, he took another, smiled awkwardly, and fell to his knee. She almost didn’t even see the ring beyond her tits.

“Dawn, would you marry-“ She leapt onto him, knocking them both to the floor. This had the fortunate effect of leaving her straddling him, his face buried in her cleavage. When he finally found daylight, she was kissing him everywhere she could.

“Of course! Oh, Mitch, of course! I love you so much!! Of course I’ll marry you!”

They both held each other, laughing and crying, for a few minutes. Finally, Dawn slid down and brought her lips to Mitch’s. They kissed deeply.

As she sat up, Dawn glanced at the clock – 4:08. She could feel the anticipation gnawing at her. Her heartbeat quickened. She was engaged! And she was going to get to really cut loose again with her fiancée. Her fiancée!

She grinned down at him and ran her hand along his cheek. “My fiancée.” It was barely above a whisper. They smiled at each other for another minute. Then Mitch sat up and pulled her into a hug.

She sighed and leaned into him, thinking, “The calm before the storm. And what a storm he’s about to get!”

“I have one more surprise for you.” There was such a subtle note to the way he said it that Dawn actually felt a pang of nervousness.

“Oh?”

He pushed away and looked into her eyes. “I’m rich.”

She just blinked at him. “What?”

Mitch broke into a grin. “I found a loophole that broke the case for one of our clients, two months ago. Saved our firm more than a billion dollars. The client gave me a two million dollar bonus.”

Her jaw dropped. “You- they – two months ago?”

Mitch kept grinning. “Babe, I invested almost all of it – set aside thirty thousand. Our corporate stock brokers help me invest all the rest. Right now, I’m… we’re… worth more than eight million dollars.”

Dawn swooned and collapsed against him.

Mitch hugged her furiously for a minute before realizing that she had feinted. He chuckled and picked her up, carrying her to their bed.

He looked at the clock – 4:21. He gently stroked her cheek. “Wake up, Dawn… it’s almost time… Wake up… wake up…”

Her eyes fluttered open. “iza’dream?”

Mitch grinned and shook his head. “No, not a dream. Stay with me.”

She shook her head slowly. “I’m… engaged… and rich.”

Mitch placed his hand on her left breast, gently massaging the huge tit up and over, down and back. “And you can grow as big as you want to.”

Her eyes flew all the way open and she sat up quickly. Her eyes locked on the clock and then flew back to Mitch.

She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped, her eyes widening. Mitch watched as her pupils dilated and a flush rose throughout her body. Her breathing quickened. It had started.

Dawn pulled him in close and frenched him roughly. He brought both hands up to her jugs, scooping them up from underneath and then pressing himself against her to smoosh them up and out between both bodies.

Dawn moaned lightly as she broke off the kiss. Mitch was almost startled when she pulled back, a look of animalistic passion covering her face, highlighting her every movement. This was a woman possessed.



She pushed him back onto the bed and practically ripped his pants off. “Mitch, I can feeeeel them. They keep surging, they’re growing… Oh, God, they’re growing fast for me – for YOU!”

She leaned back and they both watched as, indeed, her monumental boobs rose and fell with her breathing. They were a deep, flushed red, as was most of the rest of her. Every time her heart beat, they would swell dramatically as blood flooded into them, receding almost down to their previous size… but not quite. Each beat of her heart was pumping them up before their very eyes.

He had never seen her nipples so prominent, so hard, so… Mitch couldn’t control himself. He sat up and pulled her to him, sucking a huge, painfully hard nipple into his mouth.

Dawn, lost in the overwhelming sense of pleasure and tightness within her breasts was overcome, instantly, and came, screaming out Mitch’s name.

The rational, human part of Mitch’s brain was almost gone. He could only be there, with Dawn, pleasuring her, and practically devouring her tits. He swirled his tongue around her right nipple while his left hand held and mashed the massive wall of boob flesh behind it. His right hand was busy on her left tit, tugging and twisting at the nipple.

And, with one final thought, that part of his brain completely departed for the evening. He realized, in one moment of conscious clarity, that he could feel them swelling against him.

Dawn rode from one orgasm to another, seamlessly. Her whole mind was lit up like a Christmas tree, desperately trying to understand, or control, or even simply survive the onslaught of pleasure that had washed her away. The physical pleasure of her lover on her oversexed breasts. The emotional pleasure of cutting loose, of telling her body to grow and grow. And the mental pleasure of knowing, absolutely and completely, that she was in control of all of this.

When Mitch tried to lay her down, she decided to take control of her own pleasures. She pushed him off, gathered her heaping breasts in her arms, and piled them as high as she could on her chest. Looking him dead in the eye, in a voice he had never heard before, his fiancée commanded him. “Fuck them, Lover! Fuck my growing tits!”



Mitch straddled her and layed his cock between her glorious mountains. She had already gained at least a cup size, he knew. Gathered up, and pumped so full of blood, they were an awe inspiring height – at least  eight vertical inches, and definitely more than a foot of cleavage wrapped themselves lovingly around his member. As he placed his hands on their massive sides, she brought them back up to her nipples. “Hold on to these, and be rough, Mitch. GOD!! They’re STILL growing!!”

 She arched her back as the thought alone was enough to bring her to another small climax. Mitch grabbed ahold of the inch and a half wide, two inch long protrusions with his thumbs and two of his fingers. His palms and other two fingers gripped as much of her proud aureola as he could, and he began to rock back and forth, amazed and the firm, powerful rolling this sent through her tits.

He worked back and forth, amazed at what he was seeing, feeling, experiencing. Already, only a few minutes later, she had probably gained another inch in girth!

He thrust in until his balls slapped the lower lobes of her tits and never saw the head of his cock appear out the top of her cleavage. His pressure was building quickly.

“Grow, grow, grow,” Dawn chanted as she grabbed his ass and helped him thrust. He began to pump faster, aware of each beat of her heart through the physical surge he could feel throughout her breasts. They would tighten, forcefully, each time, loosening between beats. But the tightness, the firmness, was slowly winning out. As she grew, Dawn’s skin was gradually running out of give.

By now, he wagered, if she were standing, her tits would probably obscure her belly completely… if they weren’t growing so firm, or thrusting outward from her chest wall so much more than they had been.



Suddenly, Dawn arched her back and came again, screaming out, “Grrrooooooowww!!! Oh God! Mitch, spray me down! Hose my growing tits!”

Nothing could have stopped him. He tightened his grip on her nipples, arched his own back, and began to cum, feeling like his whole essence was draining out of him in spurt after gooey spurt.

Cum launched from between her tits, spraying her chin, her collar bone, and pooling more and more in her cleavage. And still he came, bellowing out in a guttural, deep moan he hadn’t known himself capable of.

Just when he thought he was done, just when he felt it was over, Dawn came, tensing, and he found himself pounding her tits more, overcome, suddenly, by the urge to blow his load again!



Dawn looked on, and a shocked expression briefly flitted over her face. Then she grinned wickedly. “Oh, Mitch, yes, keep going. I’m still growing – still swelling. That’s it… keep pumping them. Still growing bigger for us, baby, still growing bigger!”

Mitch began to buck as fast as he could, grabbing as much of her tits in either hand as he could and holding them together to form a valley of perfect, eminently fuckable cleavage. He began making small guttural grunts and she realized that – less than two minutes later – he was already on the verge of cumming all over her.

But then she noticed something else. “Oh Lord! Mitch! I’m going to be too big for… my….. aaahhh!! For my new….. BRAAAA!!!!!”

As she came, that time, Mitch fired off another load that rivaled the first. When he was done, he fell straight backward on the bed, panting and exhausted.

They lay like that, both desperately struggling to regain their breath, for almost ten minutes. Dawn idly played with the cum between her its, running her finger up and down through her cleavage, drawing circles and other idle shapes on her skin.

At last, she decided it was time to see the results. Taking a deep breath, she felt a sudden pang of fear rising through her. They’d over done it- of course they had. But… had they REALLY over done it? Had they truly gone too far?

Dawn sat up. She felt a large trickle of ejaculate slowly sliding down from her collar and from between her tits, but she didn’t care right then. She stood and walked three steps until she could look herself over in their full length mirror.

They didn’t really hang any lower. A fact which did nothing to hide how much her miraculous body had added to their bulk. They stood firmer and farther out than ever before, round, tear drop shapes that defied bras and gravity alike.

Turning sideways, she was shocked to discover that they had to project more than a foot from her. And they’d swelled outward in other directions, too. Turning all the way around, she could see a quarter of each breast sweeping out farther than her narrow ribs.

And each must have gained a pound, perhaps more, in weight.

Mitch sat up and watched this display, trying to figure out what was going on in her mind as she observed her magnificent bulk. Her face was neutral, observational, inquisitive.  As she turned to and fro, judging their size and dimensions, she was impossible to read.

Without saying a word, she turned and retrieved a dirty shirt from their hamper, using it to wipe herself down.

Once she was dry, she returned to the living room and picked up her new birthday bra. As she slid it up, she realized she was only half right. By loosening all of the straps, and fastening it on only the last set of hooks, the bra did, indeed fit… if not a bit snug.

Dawn came back and and turned once all the way around for Mitch, who whistled in appreciation. Only then did she finally break into a grin.

“Oh, Honey. I can’t wait to see what I look like in my wedding dress!”

Mitch chuckled. “That’s going to be a custom job – no doubt about it.”

Dawn kept on grinning. “No doubt at all. But, you know, I think I’ve still got some growing to do before then.”



And they lived happily ever after.