"Man, what an old-fashioned uniform!", May sighed, glancing at her black house-maiden dress and white apron. In her long, curly hair, she wore a white maiden cap, while black high-heels and white socks covered her feet. "Well, at least the skirt is short." Cleaning the kitchen table, the brunette then saw a bottle of milk. "Hey, milk!", she said, grabbing the bottle. "If my new boss pays me so lousy, he can't complain if I drink some of his milk." Opening it, she emptied the bottle with a few gulps, ignoring the warning label "FROM GENETICALLY MODIFIED COWS – MAY CAUSE SWELLINGS ON SOME PERSONS".
Just as she put the bottle down again, May felt a strange sensation in her torso. She looked down on her chest, putting her hands on it. Her blue eyes then widened in disbelief: It looked like her breasts were bulging out from her body – not only that, but she could also feel them pressing against her palms.
Shocked, the nineteen-year old stumbled backwards, dropping her cleaning rag as she removed her hands from her chest. With a steady pace, her white apron was pushed away from her body, two mounds of flesh forming inside her uniform. Her practically non-existent chest began to grow into something one could call a bosom, standing slightly out from her slim figure. The fabric of her clothes stretched, lying a bit tighter on her body now.
Partly scared, but also amazed May put her hands back on her growing bust. Though still rather small, her breasts felt very soft. Still, she wasn't completely convinced this was her body that was changing. Maybe the milk was just bad and she hallucinated. To test it, she clenched her modest endowments, both having the size of tennis balls by then.
The smooth spheres of flesh gave in to her hands, her nerves sending a pleasurable feeling through May's body. She swallowed - the fresh-baked maiden realised this was not a hallucination. Her breasts were still growing, pressing against May's palms as she continued to embrace her sensitive assets.
When she let go of them, May was already host to a pair of large grapefruits. At their sides, her skin was beginning to shine through the black fabric of her dress. She then blushed: Her nipples were poking through the apron – maybe she had enjoyed herself a bit too much.
While May was still unsure if she should cry or cheer, her breasts in the meantime began to press against each other, causing the young employee to tremble slightly. Numerous sensations hit her, growing stronger as her breasts squeezed against each other in her uniform. Slowly, a smile began to form on the maiden's face. Slipping her hands under her apron, she placed them beneath her breasts. The fabric of dress was still between her fingers and her chest, but already touching it like this made her shake from the pleasure. She could clearly feel the softness of her new softballs, her nipples growing larger as they pressed her sensitive skin against her dress, her hands and each other.
Purring like a cat, May began to move her fingers. At first, it felt ticklish, forcing her to chuckle slightly. But there was also something much more pleasurable to it, and the more she continued to stroke herself like this, the more her purring turned into low, soft sounds of satisfaction.
May smiled. The only thing that bothered her though was her uniform that started to hurt her. Also, much to her dismay, it seemed to block the expansion. But as her breasts surpassed D-cups, the fabric began to tear below her neck. Only showing off the absolute minimum of cleavage at first, her breasts deepened the rift in their growth, exposing more of May's body. A delicate V-neck formed, revealing continuously more of her bosom which stood firmly out from her body. Yet her breasts felt so soft – May removed her hands, only to put them on the sides of her breasts. A lot less restrictive than before, she began to fondle her breasts, starting to massage herself after a while. May's soft flesh gave in as her fingers ploughed through her breasts, her moans growing louder.
Her breasts meanwhile were already bigger than her head, and showed no signs of stopping. Her cleavage also continued to grow, the end of the rift already covered beneath the apron. The fabric of her dress slid down, revealing the sides of her bosom. Soon, the top of her breasts was only covered by the holders of her apron. May blushed, but not out of embarrassment: Since the fabric didn't cover her anymore and she could touch her skin directly now, the intensity of her massage had grown. Her nipples lanced through her apron, May feeling as her dress slid down her chest. Her breasts, standing at basket-ball-size, were now only covered by her immensely tight apron.
While she kept kneading her chest during its growth, panting began to mix into May's moaning - this was starting to exhaust her. Nonetheless, she pressed her palms stronger into her flesh, trying to get the most joy out of it as possible. It was a miracle by then the little apron could still hold against May's massive mammaries: The entire top and sides of them were bare from clothes, her dress covering May from her waist on again. The white apron just barely covered her nipples, its holders meanwhile digging deep into her flesh. As her breasts reached medicine ball measures, they pushed the fabric of the apron so far aside, the pink areola around her thumb-stick nipples was uncovered.
May was breathing heavily, sweat dropping from her face. The cool liquid fell into her cleavage, slowly sliding down her soft spheres, vanishing inside her cleavage. The maiden's lips began to shake, alongside the rest of her body, while her nipples enlarged once more. An incredible feeling overcame her, her mind beginning to identify herself with her breasts: She was so huge, so soft, still so firm and round, not saggy or morbid. Stopping her massage, she simple squeezed her breasts together now as she enjoyed the last seconds of her growth. Her tongue hanging out from her mouth, she felt her breasts pressing against her palms while she, at the same time, was pushing them together, making them flow over her apron.
Just as her apron was reaching its limits, the growth stopped. May looked down on her jack fruit-sized breasts, exhausted, but still grinning. "The job description was right – the work DID expand my horizon!♥"
nice writing
keep it up!