“Ugh, thanks guys” My sister seemed a lot less irritable now that her breasts weren’t overstuffed with milk. She didn’t seem to remember the book or my past life as a guy, perhaps it had rewritten everyone else’s minds except mine. If I could just get to that book I could hopefully undo this mess. And sooner rather than later, it’d be really nice to avoid going through the breastgiving process described by my sister.
I turned to Mark. “I’m going to take my sister back to my place and get her cleaned up, I’ll give you a call when I’m done” He looked down at me in thought and finally decided to let me go as if it wasn’t even my choice. “Call me right away, I don’t want you to go through you know what without me.”
I knew that he wasn’t interested in comforting me, he just had some huge boob obsession. Not that I was really one to talk.
As I started walking back with my sister, I suddenly felt immense discomfort in my feet. I took several more steps before I couldn’t even walk anymore, collapsing to the ground and ripping the tiny shoes from my even tinier feet. “Oh no.”
My sister looked down at me with concern, her huge melons bouncing as she crouched. “Is it happening?” I looked back at her with terror, quickly grabbing my shoes and standing up bare footed.
“We need to hurry back.” She grabbed my hand, pulling me as we started breaking into a fast paced walk. Her hand was much larger than mine, and she must have been something like 8 inches taller. It was really difficult to keep up with my short stick legs.
Panting, I finally made it to the house, but I could feel pressure building in my chest. It was starting. “Sit down.” My sister called to me, as she continued upstairs to change her shirt. No way in hell was I going to sit through this. I ran up the stairs to my room as quickly as possible, tripping since I wasn’t used to the body. Then I got to my room. I ripped the door open, and bolted in only to find an empty desk. Where’s the book.
“Ughhhh” It started. I felt a pain in my chest as it began pushing out. I was easily a B cup now, but I had been flat as a board just a minute ago. It didn’t stop there though, they kept growing. As they approached a D cup, they began to get noticeably heavy. My tiny body couldn’t handle it, but they weren’t even the size of my sisters. I desperately looked under the desk for the book, but no luck. It wasn’t here at all.
“Ugh” I started moaning. It was both painful and pleasurable. My boobs neared my sisters gigantic size, but I knew all too well that they wouldn’t stop there. “Ahh.” It was too intense. I couldn’t even look for the book anymore.
“Hey sis, where are you?!” I heard my sister call. “My room! Ahh!” They kept getting bigger in spurts, so unnaturally. Suddenly my sister swung the door open and came in. Comparing her melons to mine, they were basically the same now, but mine were still getting bigger. What made things worse was how disproportionate they were on my body. They looked huge on her, but on me they were ridiculous.
“Hang in there.” She set her hand on my back. “Ungh” was all I got out. Moaning again as they suddenly grew some more. They were the size of watermelons now, probably just as heavy too. This was without any milk additions or the finished size.
When was it going to end.