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The Mistake 
by Douglas Freese (no address provided)

***

Liz steals some magic candy from Dean that make her 
fantasies come true. (MF, magic, size, breast-fetish, 
sci-fi)

***

Dean found himself walking through the Quad in almost 
a daze, bumping into people left and right. All the 
traffic that was zipping around him couldn't sway his 
mind from its current course. That afternoon, Dean had 
been to a little Dollar store, run by an old woman who 
was very sweet. She had so many wrinkles that it was 
hard to tell where her lips were, but her voice had 
been soft and understanding. 

As soon as Dean had entered the store, the woman had 
walked up to him and said,	"I know what you're 
looking for."

This startled Dean, but not looking to cause the woman 
grief, he followed her to the back of the store. 
There, she opened a little chest and pulled out a 
green ornate glass vial that was filled with about 30 
speckled little candy-like pieces. 

He had begun to ask what this was all about, but the 
woman just moved her hands to her lips and grinned at 
him, her eyes sparkling like a diamond. She put the 
vial into his hands and he could feel her tough, worn 
skin scrape against his. After leading him up to the 
register, she rang up ten cents on the old, dusty 
machine. Dean, not wanting to be rude, dug into his 
jeans pocket and brought out two nickels and placed 
them on the counter. 

Not able to suppress his curiosity any longer, he 
asked, "But what are these? And why do you think I 
want..."

"Those are what we call "Ego boosters" round these 
parts. Mind you, only take as many as you think you 
need. They only last for a while, so you be sure and 
save em, you here?"

With that the old lady turned around and headed for 
another customer that had wandered in the door. Dean 
took the vial and placed it in his front pocket, then 
headed out the door. That was an hour ago. Since then, 
all Dean could concentrate on was what the woman had 
said and what he was going to do. 

BLAM!

Dean slammed to the ground after letting out a 
"ummmph" from someone impacting into his side. He 
rolled over on the grass to see a pair of shapely legs 
reaching toward the sky, a sleek pair of roller blades 
attached to the end of them. The legs fell to the 
ground, revealing the familiar face of Liz, beginning 
to get red with anger and embarrassment. 

"Hey bud, why don't you... oh... Hi Dean," Liz 
recovered. "I didn't mean to run into you like that. 
You really should watch where you're going though."

Dean had gotten to his feet and was helping Liz up, 
but since she wasn't quite adept with her blades yet, 
the process was proving difficult. Desperate to try 
and get her from her prone position in the middle of 
all this foot traffic, he stood over her legs and 
grabbed both her arms and heaved up. Liz managed to 
get to her feet, only to lose balance and begin 
falling backward, taking Dean with her. The two of 
them landed on the ground in a highly awkward 
position, and Liz being the flirt she was, couldn't 
pass it up. 

"Say Dean, is that a Lifesavers in your pocket or did 
you just see a football player?"

"Funny," retorted Dean, "No, I just stole your dildo 
and you caught me."

After a minute, they were able to untangle themselves 
and Liz undid her blades in order to remain vertical. 
As she was doing so, Dean stood there and admired her 
shape. She was about 5'2", with shoulder length curly 
blond hair, pale green eyes, a slim body and tiny 
waist, and she was wearing a blue flannel shirt with 
the sleeves ripped off, two sizes too big for her tiny 
frame. It was tucked into her cut-off jeans. Standing 
up after removing the blades, she walked towards Dean 
and gave him a hug. 

"Haven't seen you in a while. I thought I saw you... 
what is this lump here?" she asked as she shoved her 
hand into the front pocket with the vial. 

"Oh, just something I got today," Dean replied, trying 
to act nonchalant. Liz retrieved the vial and held it 
up to the sun. She rattled it around and then made 
like she was going to open it. Dean started to say 
something, but seeing that he was concerned about it, 
Liz hid it from Dean's sight. 

"Is this for some special girl?" Liz teased. 

"No... it's... ummm... for me, actually," stammered 
Dean. He was beginning to get a little concerned, 
because he didn't know what they actually were and 
didn't want Liz to know. His brain was quickly trying 
to find an explanation that would satisfy her 
curiosity and return the vial to him without incident. 

"Is it some sort of drug?"

"No... it's... candy actually. Very old candy that I'm 
going to test in Chemistry to see if I can determine 
its ingredients," Dean smiled inside after giving such 
a good answer on the spot. That should do it, he 
thought. 

"Well, I'll see if I can help," answered Liz as she 
popped out the cork and chugged down a pill before 
Dean knew what was happening. His heart froze as he 
saw he do this and he leapt toward her in vain, 
thinking he could possibly hit her in the back or 
something if she started to gag. But she didn't. She 
swallowed the candy in nothing flat and told him it 
tasted like it was cherry. Dean watched nervously as 
Liz smacked her lips and thanked him for the treat. 

She seemed to be okay and as a little time went by, 
nothing happened. Dean felt relieved, but not enough 
that he didn't worry about getting back the rest of 
the vial. 

"Hah hah! Okay! Joke's over. Gimme back my candy."

Liz pulled back and teased him with the vial, not 
letting him reach it. Then she got a mean look on her 
face and said, "You wouldn't be getting all worked up 
like this over some science project. This is just some 
silly candy you got at the store and you didn't want 
to share with little ole me. Well, just for that..."

Dean watched in horror as Liz emptied the entire 
contents of the vial into her mouth, chewing the pills 
and eventually swallowing them. 

Liz let out a big sigh as the last of it went down and 
she pat her tummy like a little child and said, "All 
gone." Dean waited for her to drop dead or clutch her 
heart from a seizure or anything, but as she picked up 
her roller blades and slung them over her shoulder, 
she seemed to be fine. He stood there silent as Liz 
returned the glass vial to him and then gave him a 
short kiss on the lips, saying,

"That will teach you not to share."

Liz began to say her good-byes, but Dean wouldn't hear 
of it. He insisted on walking her back to her 
apartment. Liz pointed out that it was nowhere near 
his place and that he would be late for the class if 
he did walk her back. But given his concern for what 
had just happened, his mind could not be changed. 

The pair walked amongst the crowd of students changing 
classes, Liz watching carefully where she stepped now 
that she was barefooted. 

Dean watched closely out the corner of his eye during 
the walk, but it was tough since everyone was bumping 
and jarring the two. Halfway across...Dean ran into a 
friend who was heading to class, so he decided to

stop and ask him to get the notes from that day and 
the pair stood there, swapping instructions and phone 
numbers. 

Meanwhile, Liz stood there with a bored expression on 
her face as the two men chatted. Checking to make sure 
they weren't looking at her, she re-adjusted her new 
elasto-bra she had gotten the previous day. It was 
guaranteed to make a bust look bigger, and that was 
something she wanted. Her B-cupped figure was 
something she wasn't proud of, although no one had 
ever said anything bad about it, it was just something 
she wished was different. She knew that bust size was 
not important and she really didn't want a guy liking 
her due to the size of her chest, but to be able to 
wear a strapless dress and not have it fall down all 
the time was something she dreamed of. 

She fixed her "unbreakable" bra and then scanned a 
look around the moving crowd to see if anyone she knew 
was about. Standing on her toes after she thought she 
saw her roommate heading to class, she dropped back to 
her heels and noticed something was a bit different; 
her chest bounced a little. She repeated the movement 
and again she felt a unfamiliar bounce in her bosom. 
Attributing it to her new bra, she gave it no further 
thought until she felt a building tingling sensation 
around her private parts. 

Thinking she was experiencing a hot flash, she quickly 
began to think of dead kitten as such, but the 
sensation continued to get stronger. She was starting 
to get really... horny? This couldn't be. There was no 
reason for this at all, but she was really getting 
worked up. Even her nipples were tingling a bit, and 
as she secretly moved her arm across her chest in a 
quick motion to try and numb the feeling, she was 
shocked to feel more resistance there then there 
should have been. 

Slowly, she looked down at her shirt, and saw nothing 
different at first, because she had on an oversized 
shirt, but when she ran her hands down the side of it 
to stretch it taught, she was surprised to see her 
figure looking more like a C-cupped girls then her 
own, even with her new bra. 

Quickly she raised her head and shut her drooped-open 
mouth, making sure no one was watching her. As she 
looked around, she centered her attention on her chest 
mentally, lightly jumping up and down so no one could 
notice her. Again she was answered with even more 
bobbing motion, even after she stopped moving. 
Something was definitely happening. 

Liz tried desperately to get her mind off this, 
thinking she was either hallucinating or going crazy, 
and she began picking the flecks of dirt off her 
roller blades, centering all her attention on that 
task. But as time wore on, the tingling feeling was 
still coming on strong and her intermittent brushes 
against her own chest were making it clear that she 
was indeed experiencing something. 

She dropped her room keys that she was using on her 
roller blades and bent over to pick them up. When she 
got vertical again, she noticed that the strain on her 
bra was beginning to pull the straps into her skin a 
little bit. Glancing down again at her chest, she 
gasped at the sight of her own chest beginning to 
actually show in this large shirt, a sight which had 
never been before. She then decided that it was time 
to take matters into her own hands. 

Liz bent over slightly so that she didn't show 
anymore, and nervously tapped Dean on the shoulder. 
Dean turned around and looked at her. She smiled 
slightly and said, "Dean, hon, I gotta get going...do 
you think you could talk with him later?" When Dean 
started to explain that he needed to make sure that 
his friend understood everything that he needed, Liz 
gave up and whispered, "I'm having a little trouble."

Dean looked at her quizzically, and then thought that 
she needed to go to the bathroom and told her to hold 
it. She then gave up on trying to hide her problem and 
stood up a bit straighter and gave Dean a quick look 
at her "growing concerns."

Instantly Dean told his friend good-bye and started 
walking swiftly with Liz under his arm, she walking a 
little hunched over to try and conceal her chest. Dean 
whispered, "What are you doing? You trying to get me 
all excited with those fake..."

"They're not fake, Dean... something is happening to 
me... my breast are growing! I can actually feel them 
inflating. What's going on? Wait! What was in those 
pills I took?" 

Dean explained the whole story to her as they tried to 
make it quickly across the quad. Liz punched him in 
the arm when he told her about the pills, telling him 
he should have warned her. 

Dean tried to plead his case, but it didn't matter 
now. 

Liz's chest was near a D-cup now, and she noticed that 
they seemed to be expanding faster as time passed. She 
was almost walking with her back hunched at a 45 
degree angle now so that she didn't show any curves, 
looking rather silly. Dean dove his hand into his 
pocket and retrieved the vial again. He studied it, 
trying to find anything on it that might help, and 
noticed some writing on the bottom of the cork. It 
read: 

Ego Builders: Take one each night and triple your 
doubt. Find happiness and all will be as it should. 

Dean thought carefully and then realized what was 
happening: Liz must have doubted that her chest 
attracted men and they were now tripling in size, but 
she had taken 30 pills, so that meant... 

"Oh my god!" both Dean and Liz said as they figured 
out the meaning.

Liz started breathing heavy, which wasn't helping 
conceal her chest. Dean could do nothing but continue 
walking faster towards Liz's place. Maybe there he 
could find the number of the store and call and get 
some answers to Liz's problems. Now across the Quad, 
Dean decided to take the untraveled back roads to get 
her home, so as to not draw any more attention to her. 

As soon as they were out of sight, Liz stopped for a 
second to catch her breath. She stood upright and 
Dean's eyes widened as he saw for the first time Liz's 
breasts, now near E-cup sized. Her formerly loose 
flannel shirt looked almost perfect for her now, not 
too loose or tight, just right for her figure. Liz saw 
this too and looked in the reflection of a parked 
car's window to see her new shape. 

A quick feeling of awe and liking faded fast when she 
realized that they were not stopping. Her bra straps 
were really starting to dig into her sides a bit, but 
she didn't feel like undoing the front clasp and have 
herself swinging free. She noticed Dean's eyes affixed 
on her chest and again the sensations of her almost 
throbbing crotch began to wash over her, but both of 
them quickly untranced and continued their trek to her 
place. 

Deciding to run, the two began a trot towards the 
high-rise apartment complex not one block away. Liz 
draped her left arm over her chest to keep it from 
bouncing around, but so was so much of it now that is 
was tough. Dean noticed too that he was getting a bit 
hard himself, and chastised himself for getting 
excited at Liz's expense. As they approached the 
lobby, Dean left Liz outside to make sure the coast 
was clear. Liz stood out of sight and surveyed 
herself. Her bra was not getting any tighter on her 
now, just stretching out. She stood upright and stared 
at her chest. 

She could actually see her shirt moving slowly outward 
from her body, her inflating boobs pushing it away. As 
she watched, she could start to see the space between 
the buttons begin to spread apart slightly. Fearing 
she might lose her shirt before getting to her room, 
she placed her hands on her chest and pressed them 
into her. Instantly, waves of pleasure washed over her 
as her hands mashed her enlarged nipples into her own 
breast. 

She could feel some fluid rushing inside her tits, 
blowing them up like balloons. The weight of the fluid 
was great, but for some reason her chest wasn't 
sagging that much. She pressed harder and again 
pleasure swam through her chest and down to her 
privates. Already wet, she noticed that each push made 
her even wetter. 

Dean came out and gave her the all clear sign. Liz 
removed her hands and her breasts filled out to their 
normal position, making Dean almost cum right there. 
Her boobs were as big as volleyballs, and even he 
could see that they were inflating a bit. Liz walked 
behind Dean past the front desk and over to the 
elevator that Dean had waiting for them. "Now why did 
I have to live on the 16 floor?" thought Liz. 

The doors closed and up shot the elevator. Dean turned 
to ask Liz if she was alight. Liz smiled weakly and 
said she felt no pain somehow, but that she thought 
that they'd better hurry up and get to her room, 
because she could feel herself getting bigger even 
faster and that her shirt was getting too tight. As if 
on cue, the elevator stopped on the 4th floor and the 
doors started to open. 

A group of 6 guys going out to play basketball started 
to pile in, and Dean though quickly and maneuvered Liz 
into the back corner with his back pressed against her 
front to conceal her. He could feel her erect nipples 
through his t-shirt and also her breasts inflating, 
pushing her into his back. Liz almost moaned at the 
torrent of pleasure this was causing her and she 
almost forgot what was happening to her. 

She started moving her chest up and down very 
slightly, rubbing her nipples against Dean's shirt and 
the inside of her own bra. She could feel her breasts 
filling out more and more, sliding inside her already 
too tight bra which was barely holding in anything 
more than her areola and nipples now, she thought. She 
could see her cleavage now through the button holes in 
her shirt. 

Looking up, she saw that they were nearing the 9th 
floor when she felt strange again, like a new wave of 
electricity shooting through her system. She hoped 
maybe that was signaling the end of the growth, but 
instead, as she looked down, she realized that she was 
blowing up even faster now. 

Holding in her breath, she grabbed Dean's shoulders 
and pressed him into her as tight as she could, hoping 
to prolong the life of her already skin-tight shirt. 
Dean, shocked by what he felt, started to move forward 
a bit to turn around and see what was happening, and 
as soon as he moved far enough away so Liz's breasts 
could move out, the middle button of her shirt popped 
off violently, exposing part of her white bra and her 
expanding breasts. 

Dean felt the button hit him about the time he heard 
the POP and decided to stay where he was and hide Liz. 
He pressed into her hard and noticed that her boobs 
were growing faster now. They had to be about the size 
of basketballs by now, he figured. Speaking of 
basketball, the guys hit floor 14 and piled off to go 
get a buddy of theirs to the game, leaving the two 
alone again. 

"Dean, I'm getting too big," sobbed Liz, "My breasts 
are gonna pop out of my shirt soon."

"I know, I know... we are almost there," reassured 
Dean. 

The elevator stopped and the pair got out, Liz 
continuing to hold onto Dean's back like a little 
babe. They walked down to her room and Liz handed her 
key to Dean. He quickly opened the door and they both 
dove into the room. Slamming and locking it behind 
them, Dean turned to look at Liz. Her breasts were 
stretching the shirt to its utmost limits now, the 
fabric noticeably becoming thinner.

Liz stood there watching her chest inflate, not 
knowing what to do about it. She grabbed herself again 
and tried to push in, but her tits were too sensitive 
to the touch now. Every time she touched herself, she 
nearly came in her shorts. Liz's shirt was so tight 
that Dean could see the imprint around her front of 
the too small bra all around the circumference of her 
bust. Liz just stood there with her hands near her 
chest, wanting to hold them in, but knowing if she did 
it would drive her crazy. 

"Dean... call the store!" Liz gasped. 

Dean stood motionless as he noticed the second button 
beginning to quiver a bit. Liz looked down just in 
time to see it pop off too, careening around the room. 
Her breasts spilled out of her shirt a bit more now, 
and modesty took over. She reached around and tried to 
block Dean's view, but too much flesh was there, and 
it was still growing. 

"Dean!" shouted Liz and Dean snapped out of his 
mammary trance and grabbed the phone book. Liz took in 
short breaths now, trying to expand her chest any more 
than it already was. Soon, Dean found the number and 
dialed the place up. 

"I feel it... I'm gonna pop another one!" gasped Liz 
and she shot her hand to her front to try and hold her 
shirt together, but she was too late. 

The third button exploded away before her hands got 
there and now Dean could see half her chest exposed 
through the opening in her shirt. Her tight bra 
stretching like a rubber-band around a water balloon 
across the center of the opening, still able to hold 
in Liz's enormous, watermelon-size breasts. 

A woman answered the phone and Dean quickly spilt the 
details. She sighed and reminded him of her warning, 
then told him that there was nothing she could do, 
that they would just have to run their course until 
they finished. 

"What then?" asked Liz when Dean told her the news. 
The woman told Dean that in this case, they first 
might want to make sure that they were away from 
people if possible, to save her embarrassment. Dean 
told her they were, and then was interrupted by Liz's 
moan. 

He turned to see that Liz was holding her head, and 
looked quite dizzy. Her boobs swayed a bit as she 
tottered, and then she shook her head and told him she 
was OK, that she had just had another hot flash. The 
woman overhead this and told Dean that that meant that 
the next pill had worn off and that the next one was 
about to kick in. Dean asked Liz quickly how many 
times she had had that feeling. Liz said twice and 
Dean's face went white. 

"She's only had two pills affect her and they're as 
big as a beach balls now!" shouted Dean. Liz looked 
quizzically at Dean, trying to figure out what was 
being said, when she realized that a huge pressure was 
starting to build inside her stomach. 

"Ummm, Dean," said Liz as she felt the pressure 
building like her inflating breasts inside her. "I 
feel something happening inside... I... ooohhhhh!"

Just then, as if someone released a pressure valve, 
Liz felt the pressure begin shooting into her already 
huge breasts, making them blow up much faster. 

Dean turned around to see her tits blowing up faster 
and getting larger by the second. 

"It's gonna pop It's gonna pop!" panted Liz as her 
breasts stretched against the buttons. She closed her 
eyes as her boobs grew and grew until the buttons 
began losing their battle. With little tremors that 
shook her breasts, each button was being shot from her 
shirt by her enormous chest. 

Soon, only the top button remained and the rest of her 
shirt lie lip on the sides of her pink breasts. The 
bra made a indention around the center of her breasts, 
refusing to let go of her expanding mammaries. 

"Oh my god...I can feel them stretching." gasped Liz. 
"Dean... my bra is getting tighter...it's starting to 
hurt. I don't know if it's gonna break or not. Hurry 
up with her so you can take it off."

Dean began to say a quick good-bye to the lady, but 
she cut him off and told him that they should also 
make sure that they are out in the open somewhere 
where she won't be able to do any damage. Dean whirled 
around and looked at Liz's ballooning boobs. They 
almost reached down to her shorts now and they stuck 
out a good foot and a half or so, inflating inches a 
second or so now. 

He dropped the receiver to the ground and started 
looking for a blanket or something to cover her up 
long enough to get her down the elevator and away from 
the building. Liz looked puzzled at his frantic 
search, but then was taken by a greater concern.

"Dean...this bra is really getting too tight... it's 
hurting me!" cried Liz as she began rubbing the area 
around her breasts where the bra as digging in. The 
sheer pleasure of the sensations was almost enough for 
her to forget her pain. She could feel the swirling 
liquids inside her tits that were inflating them 
bigger and bigger. Her shorts had a now large wet spot 
on them where her privates were dripping her juices 
from being so horny. One of her nipples popped free 
form the restraints of the bra and bounced around, 
sending shock waves of ecstasy through her breasts. 

She moaned out load this time, not able to contain the 
feeling. She grabbed it with her right hand and began 
to feel the enlarged protrusion. It was the size of a 
Lifesavers roll now. She traced her hands around her 
areola, it about the size of a Frisbee. She was really 
beginning to like this. Then the pain came back as 
another sudden hot flash shot through her again. 

"Oh no... I'm blowing up like a balloon again!" 
shouted Liz. "God, look at them go! My breasts are 
getting bigger... and bigger... oh lord I can feel 
them swelling... Dean, get this bra off me! I'm 
swelling faster! I can feel it! I'm inflating too 
fast!"

Dean stopped his search for a big blanket to see Liz 
standing there, her boobs now reaching out 2 1/2 feet, 
and down to her crotch, which he noticed was soaking. 
Her arms were around her breasts, but she couldn't 
even touch her own hands. He ran towards her, figuring 
that getting her out was more important than dignity 
now, when she started moaning and he stopped. 

Liz could feel the elastic bra starting to give under 
the new rapid growth of her tits and she decided that 
she couldn't take anymore. 

She arched her back and threw back her arms in the 
hope of breaking it off her. She felt it stretch, but 
it didn't break. She arched back more, her breasts 
coming to rest on her belly. As she continued to arch, 
she could feel the skin of her boobs as they swelled 
out, moving down her front. With one final scream, she 
went back as far as she dared and the bra exploded 
off, shooting across the room. 

She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her growing 
knockers were half her size now, her nipples about the 
size of a soup cans. They jiggled like a mass of Jell-
O from the shock of the release of the bra. And they 
were noticeably getting larger each second, swelling 
like a balloon being blow up. 

Dean shook his head to straighten his thoughts and 
told her they had to get out from here before she got 
too big. Liz moved slowly from the weight, her thighs 
brushing against the bottom of her mammoth mounds. But 
by the time they reached the door, they had blown up 
too much and were too wide to fit through the door 
frame. 

Dean tried pressing them together, his fingers almost 
disappearing into the inflating flesh, but all this 
did was make Liz cum in her shorts. She gasped as the 
sensation passed momentarily, but she weakened enough 
to beg Dean to do it again. Dean, more centered on his 
task, stepped back and tried to come up with a 
solution, and couldn't. 

He ushered her back to the middle of the small room 
and shut the door before anyone noticed. Every step 
Liz took made her breasts sway and the movement of the 
air on her enormous nipples started her up again. 

Giving in to the intense waves of passion that were 
raping her system, she grabbed her incredible tits and 
began massaging them all over, sending waves of 
electricity through them and making her privates 
literally ooze from her hot juices. 

Dean grabbed the phone and told the woman that she was 
stuck in her room and that they couldn't get out. The 
woman thought for a second, then told Dean that for 
the pill to wear off, the person had to experience the 
sheer joy, joy that only came from a cataclysmic 
orgasm. She then thought that maybe if he tried to 
make her have one, her breasts would revert back to 
normal. She told him that the growth was happening 
underneath only one layer of her skin and that they 
would pop painlessly once it happen, letting her be 
normal again. 

"OH GOD!! I had another flash," warned Liz, and Dean 
watched as her breasts began inflating so fast they 
swelled from the bottom of her shorts to her knees in 
almost 3 seconds. "My breasts are getting bigger too 
fast Dean, I can't stand." Liz then gave up fighting 
and fell to the ground, rolling over after bouncing a 
bit from landing on her own bean-bag sized chest. 

Dean told Liz the idea and Liz's eyes lit up. Dean 
walked to near her head and Liz didn't even have to 
tell her response to the idea, for her hand shot up 
and grabbed his extremely hard cock. She quickly 
unzipped his zipper and pulled out his pecker, 
stroking it furiously to get him wet, which didn't 
take long. 

Dean began stripping as Liz fought to get off her 
shorts and dripping wet panties. She propped her knees 
up to lift her breasts from the floor, and they just 
began flopping toward her head. Dean walked around to 
her front and saw a sight that almost made him lose 
his load then and there: two breasts that were near 4 
feet tall that reached below her crotch and her 
sumptuous legs. Liz's arms were reaching up the sides 
of her tits, clawing them and kneading the inflating 
mounds. 

Dean threw Liz's legs apart and slammed his dick Liz's 
already sopping wet vagina. The heat in her almost 
made Dean scream as he began pumping her as hard as he 
could. Liz screamed a long scream and began panting 
harder. This wasn't going to take long. 

Dean continued hammering into Liz and he noticed that 
each time he brought his head down, her boobs were 
closer. She was growing so fast that soon he wasn't 
going to be able to fuck her. This panicked Dean and 
he began to pump harder, making Liz almost pass out 
from ecstasy. Dean began pressing on her ballooning 
breasts, trying to alter their growth away from him, 
but they were getting too big. He felt as if he was 
fighting a blob of flesh. Just then Liz moaned louder. 

"Oh GOD Dean! I just... OH had another one... OH! My 
boobs are going to inflate faster now... I can feel 
them... the pressure is so... STRONG! Holy shit!! 
Look!!"

Dean saw her breasts triple in speed, almost crawling 
towards him. It wasn't long before he was not able to 
stay inside Liz. Her rapidly inflating tits pushed him 
away as they swelled bigger and faster, covering her 
legs in a matter of seconds. He stood up and noticed 
that her nipples, the size of coffee cans, were 
heading quickly towards the ceiling. 

"Oooooh nooo... I can feel my skin stretching... 
God... I'm huge... I'm enormous... when are they going 
to stop? Dean, I'm almost there. Just fuck me a little 
more. God! The pressure... I'm blowing up like a 
blimp."

Dean dove into her cleavage and pressed inward through 
the swelling tits. He grasped her skin and pulled 
himself deeper into her chest. Liz screamed and moaned 
as Dean's hot body worked its way through her 
cleavage. 

"Oohhh... God... Dean... My nipples! My nipples are 
hitting the ceiling!"

Dean finally found a hand hold and grabbed her slim 
hips, pulling himself through her cleavage and into 
her throbbing vagina. Even though the weight from her 
swelling breasts was pressing down on him, Dean was 
able to move slightly and fast, his dick all the way 
inside Liz, growing larger inside her with each 
thrust, getting ready to explode up inside her. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes! There! That's it!" moaned Liz. "God, 
I can feel it. I'm going to cum! Keep doing that! OH 
FUCK YES! My breasts are hitting the walls. I'm 
getting too big. I'm growing too fast! I'm... oooh... 
uh oh!! Dean... it happened again! DEAN!!! My breasts 
are filling up the room! Hurry!! They're getting too 
big for the room! I can feel the door and windows!"

Dean, not able to hear Liz's words through her 
breasts, continued pumping into her privates, pulling 
out liquid with each withdraw. He slid his hands under 
her butt and started pulling himself deeper into her. 
He felt her start to gush juice and knew he was doing 
something right. 

"Oh yes... Oh yes... God yes... that's it. Oh god, the 
door just broke. My boobs are swelling into the 
hallway! Oh god yes... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!! Oh 
god yes... I feel my tits blowing up. I feel them 
pushing on the ceiling! I'm cumming" I'M CUMMING!!"

Dean felt Liz's hips rise up in the anticipation of 
her orgasm and gave her one last thrust before he 
exploded his semen almost into her womb. Liz took one 
last breath and let the intense pressure inside 
herself go, sending cascades of wetness down her and 
Dean's legs, making her entire body shiver. 

Liz arched her back as much as she could under the 
weight and felt a mighty surge in her room-sized 
boobs. Like an over-inflated water balloon, her tits 
exploded, sending a torrent of cool milk down over the 
exhausted pair. Liz held her breath as the white 
liquid doused her and headed out the now snapped-in-
half door. 

Dean, still lying on top of and inside Liz, shook the 
milk from his face and looked up at Liz. Her breasts 
were back to normal, or at least back down in size. 
Liz was now sporting E-cups on her petite figure. They 
both stared at her breasts, and realized that they 
were staying that size. 

Liz began to laugh as Dean did, hugging each other and 
they kissed. The superintendent, called by some of the 
neighbors, came into the doorway to see a lake of milk 
streaming out their door and the two of them in a 
naked embrace. He shook his head and reached into the 
closet for a mop. 

"Coming to work today was a big mistake."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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