The weight of your massive hooters on your young body is almost too much for you to take. Even as they surge larger, you manage to maneuver your body so that you're no longer underneath them, lest you get trapped by their weight. What a way that would be to go - crushed by your own tits! By the time you manage to to roll your breasts forward enough so that you're lying on top of them, they're so large that they hang off the side of your bed, which creaks and groans beneath you. You let out a startled scream as the bed suddenly dips with a loud crack, unable to take the weight. Tears streaming down your face, you look down at breasts that are now so large, you can completely lean upon them without touching the floor.
And still they grow.
You can feel as your breasts begin to drag across the carpet, growing heavy enough that your already broken bed begins to creak and flatten underneath you. "Stoooooop!" you wail, beating your hands against your breasts - but you're powerless against them. You're more tit than person now. "Oh god!"
As they grow, so too does the sensitivity - as your breasts begin to brush up against the walls of your room and your nipples ground further into the carpet, you let out involuntary gasps of pleasure. The sensations are near overwhelming, though you're still keenly aware when your legs twitch and make contact with the ceiling.
"No, no, pleeeeeeease!" you moan, tearful gasps intermingling with gasps of pleasure from the sensations. "Someone....ohhh.....someone help me.....!" The pressure begins to build, and you find yourself being pressed up firmly against the ceiling as the space rapidly runs out in your room. The walls begin to creak, even as it gets harder to breath from the mounting pressure - the sensation of your own tit flesh pressing against your throbbing pussy is enough to send you careening over the edge into pleasure you'd never known was possible - pleasure that was very much not welcome at this moment.
And then to your relief - and horror - the walls begin to give way, your tits breaking through the walls and ceiling. Wood and plaster rain down upon you as the rest of the house groans in protest, and your breasts surge with renewed growth, eager to take up the newly opened space. The next time they meet resistance, it only takes a moment to crush those walls as well. In a matter of minutes, you find yourself perched atop breasts that are now larger than the house you grew up in.
And they don't seem to be done yet.