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Robert couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at the giant mounds his girlfriend presented to him. “Wow”, was all he brought as he gazed at their firm curves, dropping his jaw at their unholy size. “I haven’t ever seen something so… huge before.”
Rebecca felt slightly embarrassed by her boyfriend’s praise, especially when he reached out and touched them. “So... you like them?”, she asked sheepishly.
Slowly Robert stroked them, feeling their enormousness with his own hands. “Like them? I LOVE them!”, he replied, grinning from ear to ear. In the gentlest manner he ran the tips of his fingers over the curvaceous slopes, following their roundings. “Unbelievable”, he murmured, put in awe by the stoutness of his girlfriend’s melons. “How did you get them so firm? And so big?”
Touching and complementing her two fruits Rebecca blushed. “I massage them every day”, she replied. “I know most people say this is just hijinks, but I’d say the results…” She slightly stroke over their lush curves. “…tell a different story.”
Intensely Robert inspected every inch of them with his hands and eyes. “So huge”, he murmured, his mind still unable to comprehend the sheer size of her orbs. With a smile he looked up into her eyes. “Wow, Becky!”, he said. “You’ll definitely win this year’s water melon competition with these!”
Grinning Rebecca put one hand on her back while rubbing through her short carrot-orange hair with the other one. “Thanks Robbie!“, she said. Kneeling down she patted her two water melons, each as round and large as a beach ball. “It really took me some effort to get them like this, so it’d be great if it paid off!”
Robert nodded. “All right, I’ve gotta go now”, he said, standing up from the ground. “Bye, Becky!”, he said, waving as he walked towards the fence gate of her garden.
Rebecca also straightened up again and waved back at him. “See you later Robbie!”, she chirped. Once he was gone she looked up at the sky. The sun burned down on her and her garden, heating up air and ground. “Phew, I’m thirsty!”, she said, fanning some air to her face. She turned her back to her big melons. Through the dirt path that led through her garden she marched to the back door of her house, past all her other plants: Trees with ripe plums, apples and grapefruits, as well as cantaloupes and pumpkins growing on the ground.
Unknown to her a small object was approaching from the sky. The light it emitted steadily became brighter as it fell towards earth, burning bright red. Upon closer look one would have seen it was a tiny meteor from space. It was far away from its home, a planet cultivated by a highly intelligent species that however eventually had fallen to its own arrogance and vanity as a cosmetic product had caused all the women to grow so gigantic busts the planet had collapsed under their weight. The meteor was a fragment of that planet – and it still carried a large dose of said substance on its surface. In a high speed it fell downwards, dispersing on the way, but coming steadily closer towards Rebecca.
A hundred meters before it reached her however it was hit by a secret military mini-missile and shattered into a billion pieces too tiny to cause any effects on anybody.
At the same time, on the house on the opposite side of the street a man was lying on the roof, a rifle in his hand. Looking through the scope he aimed at his ex that coincidentally walked past the garden fence of Rebecca’s home. She had left him because of his fetish for extremely large breasts. “Payback time”, he murmured, slowly pulling the trigger of the gun loaded with a projectile containing a breast-expanding serum. Just as he shot however the wind blew dust into his eye, blinding him. Therefore he accidentally fired in Rebecca’s direction, the young woman still walking obliviously towards her back door as the bullet approached her at high-speed.
But before it could hit her she stumbled over a root and fell on her face.
The arrow hit her door instead and was redirected towards her neighbor who was also working in her own garden, but due to a genetic disorder was immune to the serum. While the projectile hit her neighbor with no effect Rebecca fell to the ground, towards something that would make her breasts grow if she landed on it.
But she crashed next to it into the dirt.
“Ouch”, she murmured, slowly standing up from the ground. Once she was back on her feet she brushed the dirt off her clothes, a simple pair of jeans and a cropped purple T-shirt without shoulder parts. While stepping up the small stairs to her back door she put her hand into her pocket, taking her keys out. She put her house key in the lock and turned it around. The door opened with a welcoming “click”, Rebecca pushing it open and entering her kitchen while still holding her key. Pulling it out of the lock she stored it back in the pocket of her jeans while closing the door behind her with her foot. Inside her small kitchen she immediately walked over to her refrigerator and opened it. “Where’s the orange juice?”, she murmured. After a while of scramming through the shelves filled with self-grown vegetables and fruits she found her self-made orange juice in the back of her freezer, stored in a plastic bottle. “There you are!”, she declared, smiling as she pulled it carefully out between all the other food. Closing the door with a kick of her hip she held the bottle in front of her, softly turning the top around.
As it was open Rebecca jumped when loud pop music began to play from its inside. Dropping the juice she stumbled backwards until she bumped against her kitchen table. “What the hell?!”, she screamed. As the catchy melody boomed into her ears the young woman was feeling a strange effect the music had on her body. A weak, but noticeable tingle emerged in her chest, engulfing the flat board that held her petite breasts. Slowly the tiny mounds with barely noticeable curves were starting to move forward. “What the hell?”, she screamed again, staring at her burgeoning bosom. As the intro of the song went on she felt the little swells of flesh pressing against the material of her top, slowly vaulting out from her body while spreading over the upper half of her torso. Lying plain on her chest the purple fabric steadily bulged out in two little bumps, the roundings of her bust becoming bit by bit more noticeable. “WHAT THE HELL?!? This makes no sense whatsoever!”, she shouted, both furious and nervous. Each breast steadily reached forward, away from her body, while the amount of flesh rising from her chest increased in a gradually greater circular area. As the surface beneath her shirt arched the fabric began to throw slight wrinkles around them. These little folds bit by bit were pushed to the periphery of her curves as the fronts of her protruding assets were shaping into round domes, evening the fabric over them. While her breasts surged out from her body, swelling like fresh bee stings the music from the spilled bottle of juice went from the intro to the first singing part:
”We’re no strangers to lo-ove, you know the rules and – so do I!” Irritated Rebecca raised her glance from the little plums under her shirt towards the bottle on the floor. The juice had flown mainly out of it, some drops dripping from the opening into the orange puddle around it. While she looked at the bottle that magically emitted music from its inside her breasts continued to flow out, gaining gradually more striking roundings. Wrapping the fabric of her shirt around them one could see the tiny bulges steadily jutting forward and splaying over her chest, cambering towards the sides of her body as well as towards each other. As they swelled bit by bit bigger the fabric began not only to rise around them but also in the space between her mounds, getting stretched like a laundry line that was slowly strained over them. The further her bust stuck from her body the more the fabric was lifted up, the sink it formed in the middle of her chest gradually evening as her curves grew into the free space. On their sides one could see the roundness of her assets slowly becoming apparent as their basements arched outwards. Steadily her bumps of flesh formed little domes, getting rounder with each millimeter they were standing out from her body. Just like the sides the top and bottom slopes of her bosom were also billowing towards a globular shape as they bend outwards, forcing their flaring form on the fabric around them. Getting pulled over them her shirt covered the curves of her bust slightly, but the tighter it was stretched over her them the clearer they were pronounced by the fabric. At the same time the inner halves of her mounds became hard to see as the fabric between them made her bosom look like one individual bump the closer her breasts were approaching each other, only a small gap separating them. Having grown to fistfuls of flesh they slowly transcended into real spheres, vaulting so far their widest parts began to lap over their basement.
”A full commitment's what I'm thinking o-of, you wouldn't get this from any other guy”- as the music continued to play her breasts ballooned into steadily bigger dimensions. Still spreading out over her chest they were evenly expanding on all ends, becoming more globular by the second. Slowly the rim of her shirt began to move downwards, her top being bit by bit wrapped around her bust. Hanging a bit below her neck it wandered towards the top of her bosom, which in return gradually ascended towards the end of the fabric. While her shirt glided lower its hem was at the same time was starting to rise – it wasn’t visible yet, but Rebecca could feel it rubbing very gentle over her ribcage. Already uncovering her belly the young woman decided not to wait until her outfit got even more revealing. “I’ll end this nonsense!”, she declared. Her feet stomped heavily on the tiles of the kitchen floor as she walked towards the bottle. Her steps caused little sways in her swelling sweater meat, just small vibrations that shook the flesh of her bust and made it wobble a little up and down. As she marched to the source of her discomfort the fabric was almost completely pulled straight between her breasts, only a slight sink indicating her bosom was made up of two mounds. Forming a unitary bump her bosom surged out proudly from her body, stretching her shirt as it billowed to all sides and gradually covered its surrounding under its vaulting curves. Filling out the entire free space in her top her breasts bumped softly against each other. The more they grew and their roundings blew up the tighter the squeeze between her assets became, their curves steadily flattening under the pressure they forced on each other.
”I - just wanna tell you how I’m feeling - gotta make you understa-and!” As they were around the size of apples Rebecca reached the music bottle. She lowered her glance to look down on it. The sight of her bust standing out from her startled her for a moment, seeing her formerly flat board was flat no more. For a moment, as she watched her rack swelling larger the thought crossed her mind to let the music play, to go with the situation, to accept this exceptional gift of nature and use this opportunity to turn into a curvaceous and sexy beast any man would drool at sight, a true monstrosity of a womanly figure with breasts the size of bean bag chairs or beyond. The thought however only lasted a second before she began to act like a real person with self-respect and dignity again and not a construction for a fetish story.
Raising her foot she stomped on the bottle, squashing it beneath her sandal. Most of the leftover juice was squirted out, spraying over the floor. As it was deformed the music abruptly stopped, just before it hit the chorus. The moment the melody ended the tingle in her chest was beginning to subside. Looking down on her breasts Rebecca saw that they reached out from her body steadily slower, the speed of their expansion decreasing with every second. Just before the top of her shirt reached her chest it stopped gliding downwards as no more fabric was wrapped around her bust. For split seconds though a small cleavage appeared as her bosom rocked forth and back with Rebecca’s heavy breaths, the fabric stretching every time she inhaled and relaxing whenever she breathed out again. The amount of her breasts uncovered extended a bit for a few seconds as she took in a deep breath, before the fabric rose back over her chest once she let out the air in a long sigh. “Whatever this was, I’m glad it’s over”, she said to herself, smiling slightly. She shook her head as the melody from the song still echoed through her mind, causing her charms to softly swing to the sides. “Gotta get this song out of my head”, she murmured, hitting on her ear as she walked towards her kitchen counter. With a quick twist she turned on her old-fashioned radio from the seventies.
”Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around and desert you!” Rebecca shrieked, jumping back in surprise and making her grapefruit-sized breasts bounce a bit. Just as she turned it on the same song began to play from the radio, from the exact spot where it had left off. “Never gonna make you cry, never gonnay sa-ay goodbye-ye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!” The instant the lyrics and melody flowed into her ears the tingle returned to her bosom. Picking right up where it ended her flesh burgeoned and ballooned again, stretching her purple shirt around it while spreading through the air. “OH COME ON!”, Rebecca screeched. The rim of her top permanently slid down the slopes of her bust, uncovering a small black gap in the middle as well a little portion of skin. The lower the neck of her shirt glided the more it bent from an even line to a slight U-form, extending her cleavage bit by bit. Front, bottom, top and sides, at every end her breasts were gradually charging into new territory, swelling into steadily larger grapefruits. As panic arose in the young woman she immediately threw her arms over her ancient radio, hastily fumbling around the button to change the channel. On every single one however the same song was playing, as if all of them had decided to simultaneously broadcast it. “W-what the hell?”, Rebecca screamed once more, trying to shut off her radio. It didn’t react though, not even when she plugged out the energy, but just continued to play. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON TODAY?!”, she shouted, dragging on her short red mane in despair. “Music plays from a bottle of orange juice, the radio is hexed – have I been cursed or something?!”
”We've known each other – for so lo-ong, your heart's been aching but - you're too shy to say it!” Rebecca slammed her fist on the radio, the impact causing her bust to wobble slightly and shake her little flesh for a few seconds. “Oh shut up!”, she yelled into the speaker. Pulling her shirt around them her breasts were billowing larger, reaching out to all sides as well as towards their inner curves. In the nimble cleavage one could see her orbs hugging each other steadily tighter, the contact becoming bit by bit more forceful as they fought for space under the purple fabric. The more her shirt was stretched the clearer their curves were visible, the swelling slopes of her globes arching the material around them. Slowly each end of her bosom was getting strikingly round, giving her small spheres a slightly firm shape as they stood proudly from her body. While ever more fabric sunk into the gap between her bust and her body it was strained smoothly over them, accenting the even surface of her breasts. At the same time wrinkles were throwing around the sides where they flared out from her body, vaulting the more her bosom charged forth and dragged her top along. While it was jutting out further and further the rim of her shirt was pulled down the curves of her rack. As her bow-formed neckline had extended to roughly two centimeters in length her cleavage expanded at a more subtle rate, friction and pressure making it go down more slowly over the top of her meat buns. Therefore the hem of her top steadily picked up its pace at wandering up her body, rising towards the bottom of her chest. As it slid up her ribcage it began to bend in the middle like her neckline while being lifted up slightly at the center the closer it got to the underside of her breasts.
“Inside we both know what's been – going on, we know the game and we're gonna pla-ay it!“ Slight droplets of sweat formed on Rebecca’s forehead as she watched her mammaries expanding to the diameter of CDs, being as large as small cantaloupes. The fruits hanging from her chest continued to grow riper, becoming “juicier” by the second. On the sides their wide flanks started to lap over her body while on the opposite ends they were squeezing ever tighter against each other, forcing the centers of her bosom to shift a little aside as they spread out in her cramped shirt. The fronts of her breasts gradually protruded away from her, standing around ten centimeters or four to five inches out from her body. Their tops and bottoms covered steadily more of her body above and below her bust, the bulging curvature bending at the same rate into each direction. The firm appeal of her spheres grew more striking the bustier Rebecca became, the once plain girl having already turned into a rather buxom vixen. With mixed feelings – in the meaning of she was partly panicked and partly angry – she watched herself gaining a top-heavier frame by the second, transcending from naturally big into scales one wouldn’t meet so easily on the streets. The sides of her orbs started to gently stroke her arms, the width of her bust getting slowly closer to the breadth across her shoulders. Nervously Rebecca pulled her arms a little back, stretching the conjunction between her shoulder-less sleeves and the main part of her shirt. The fabric was tightened even more over her bosom, making it slightly transparent at the area of the most pressure while accenting the slight sink between her breasts. As the creaking of the stitches considerably increased she quickly moved her shoulders forth again, easing the pressure from her shirt and allowing the flanks of her bust to softly vault against her arms. With a gulp she saw her small cantaloupes had swollen to a pair of very ripe and firm fruits, standing proud and round on her chest.
“A-and if you ask me how I'm fee-eeling, don't tell me you're too - blind to see!” Ever more fabric was lifted below her bust, distancing further from her body the closer the hem of her shirt got to her bosom. While the bottom rim of her top was getting bend upwards faster and faster the neck on the other end had almost stopped growing deeper, resting at an inch full of cleavage. The slight curve her neck threw over her breasts revealed a bowl-shape excerpt on them, reaching from the fine black line in the middle to the roundings below her shoulders. Her display on skin vanished however as her globes ascended towards her neck, her cleavage blocked by the rising slopes of her bust. Similarly their flanks were bit by bit lapping over her arms, her bosom being almost as wide from one end to the other as a normal-sized laptop while reaching as much out as one was long. Being pulled steadily deeper into the sink between her mounds the rate at which the fabric stretched around her assets was starting to slow down. The little part of her bosom looking out over the neck of her shirt was swelling slightly faster than the flesh confined inside it, leading her cleavage to slowly deepen again.
As Rebecca’s sight to the ground was almost completely blocked by the bump of her chest, being unable to see anything of her body but her bust she finally decided to act: With both hands she grabbed the unplugged and shut-down radio that still played music, her arms slightly squeezing against the sides of her bust as she wrapped her arms around the old machine. A loud creak filled the kitchen as Rebecca raised it above her head, automatically sticking her bosom out from her body and making it press harder against her top. With all her strength she tossed her beloved radio against the wall, causing a heavy hop in her hooters as she leaned her whole body forward.
The old radio crushed against the wall, breaking into several pieces. Never gonna give – gonna give – give – giiiiiive… The sound from the speakers died off as they fell to the ground, alongside the rest of her radio. Her gaze on the scrambled pieces of metal that crashed on the tiles Rebecca panted heavily, causing her bust to go in and out from her body. Aside from this though there was no movement in her large lumps of flesh anymore, her breasts resting peacefully inside her top. It groaned at every of her breathes, but not hearing it stretch continuously around her bosom was already music in the redhead’s ears. Slowly her breath calmed down, while she straightened her body. A slight blush formed on her face as she looked down on her breasts, seeing their wide and buoyant slopes snuggly hugging her fabric. Sometimes it seemed like the stitches could burst off any second, Rebecca breathing very carefully not to burst it apart. A bit hesitantly she put her hands on their sides. The bottom of her palms rested on the left and right periphery of her bust while the tips of her fingers just barely reached to the center of each breast, both being as large as her head. Feeling the strained purple fabric Rebecca unbelievingly widened her eyes, not able to compute what had just happened – except that she had turned from a slender and attractive young woman into a blown-up bimbo with a way too exaggerated martini-glass figure. “At least it’s finally over”, she whispered to herself, though she didn’t sigh in relief in fear of shredding her top.
Suddenly the fourth wall of her kitchen (they were numbered for no apparent reason) broke apart. Through the hole in the wall Rick Astley from the eighties entered her house, dancing and singing to a melody that seemed to come from everywhere. ”Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around and desert you! Never gonna make you cry, never gonna sa-ay goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and desert you!”
Her hands still on her bust Rebecca blinked several times as she saw the man from the past standing in a hole in her kitchen, her eyes wide open, her heart beating fast in shock. “Oh, whatever”, she suddenly moaned, her head dropping back while she let her arms hang from her body. Giving up she just let the live-performance flow from her ears into her breasts, making them swell beyond the size of her head and get bigger than her buttocks. As Rick Astley continued to repeat the catchy chorus over and over her melons became bigger and bigger, the former cantaloupes transcending into steadily larger sorts of water melons. The more flesh was gathered inside her top the further it rose up, hanging just a centimeter below her bust over her body. Under her top a hint of her bosom’s bottoms already lolled out, the deepest points of her breasts unveiled as the fabric smoothly glided over their ascents. After hovering a few millimeters above them for a moment the hem of her shirt gently landed on her skin. The moment it touched Rebecca the material already pressed tightly against her curves, being stretched over the sink between her breasts like the rest of the fabric lying on the front of her bosom. Due to the pressure the hem had deformed into a slight U-shape like the neck of her shirt, only turned upside down. Lying around a quarter above the bottom of her bust one could see under the line of the purple fabric her breasts were tightly squeezing against each other in a rich under-cleavage, the entire lower halves of her spheres being free from cover. The depth – or rather “height” – of her bottom décolleté extended as her rack surged forward and wrapped her shirt more and more towards the equator of her bosom, steadily stripping out of her shirt as her feminine roundings arched towards the end of her ribcage and the top of her belly.
While their undersides reached gradually deeper the expansion of her mammaries slowed down on the sides, the cambering of her curves being hindered by the ever tighter fabric. The rich purple hue of the shirt turned into a lavender tone the tighter it was pulled, the stitching starting to get visible on the wide flanks of her bust. At the same time the fabric that slightly fell into the gap between her breasts began to throw wrinkles near the middle of her chest while also becoming paler by the second. Three waves of cotton were puffing up in the middle of her bosom, becoming larger the tighter it was stretched. Simultaneously a sound between hissing and creaking was filling the room, at first overplayed by the loud music from Rick Astley, but slowly the noise ascended above the song. A loud “rip” filled out the room as two tears formed between the folds, eradicating the wrinkles in the process. The holes were eye-shaped and roughly as large as three of her fingers together, displaying a slight amount of cleavage as well as some of her breasts’ inner curves. On the sides her bosom slightly splayed outwards due to the release in pressure, gaining a bit more room. The little “explosion” caused tiny wobbles and ripples to go through her flesh, shaking her assets a little and making them sway like pudding. As she had already given up Rebecca didn’t gasp or screech as her top started to give in, but only sighed while she waited for her jiggling udders to calm down. As their mini-bounces subsided their growth became more apparent again, her mounds still visibly swelling under the influence of Rick Astley’s magic music. Growing larger than volleyballs they were getting bit by bit closer to the lush pumpkins in her garden, and were even approaching the whole pride of the hobby gardener, her giant hopefully soon-to-be-priced water melons.
Ever further the swells of her flesh spread out into every direction, reaching higher as well as lower and wider. Soon the sides of her bosom were getting cramped again as they reached beyond her hanging arms, becoming as wide as her shoulders – if the round surface of their curves wasn’t slowly getting flattened by the fabric constricting them they would have probably jut out beyond them by an inch. On the bottom meanwhile the flesh of her spheres was reaching a bit more to the sides, being free from her shirt. As the hem glided up her bust it continued to bend, forming a soft half-circle. Her under cleavage swiftly extended until it reached the bottom third of her bosom, leaving a vast amount of bulging flesh and skin to stare at. The pressure then caused the hem to rise up at a slower rate, the speed at which it wandered over the slopes of her breasts decreasing exponentially until it almost stayed at its position. In return the neckline of her top began to glide down faster again, the protruding front of her rack pulling ever more fabric around its billowing roundings. While her “upper” cleavage deepened, bit by bit moving towards the highest ascent of her bust beyond which it could have been seen from the front again her orbs tried to squeeze with steadily more force through the openings of her top, lapping both over the hem and neck of her shirt. The tops of her assets had grown above her shoulders in height and were half on the way to her chin, though it was unlikely they would directly touch it as the peaks of her mammaries gradually moved away from each other, drifting apart as the walls of her cleavage pressed her breasts aside. As their inner flanks flared wider the pressure in her cleavage caused each curve to rub steadily stronger over its opposing counterpart, causing a slight frictional heat to build up between her mounds.
Surpassing the smaller sorts of water melons her breasts had transcended to the size of standard Halloween pumpkins, with the only flaw in the comparison being their form: Instead of slightly oval the stacks of meat in her top were still perfectly round and spherical, bending equally into every direction – or at least tried to, but the prison of her top proved to become more damaging to their shape by the second. Hindered at the front and sides ever more flesh had to spill out through the rips, the hem and the neck of her top, especially the last gliding ever swifter up the bulging steeps of her bust. The two tears over the middle of her chest were gradually growing as the fabric was stretched tighter and tighter around her bosom, remaining their proportions in relation to the intact parts of her shirt. Above the higher rip a wave began to form again, slowly expanding until the strain it forced on the fabric caused a third hole to appear, just as large as the others. Again her breasts wobbled, but slighter than last time as the release in pressure was only diminutive, their flanks barely spreading out to the sides. Another ripple suddenly went through her bust as a fourth tear formed above the freshly formed, quickly followed by two more. The shaking of her assets tore on the consistence of the cotton, making the tears extend by a considerable amount. As long as her forearms the rifts near the center of her breasts were close to reveal something that should stay private, though Rebecca honestly didn’t care at that point very much if she kept her intimacy or not. With six rips on the front of her shirt, the deepest being just a bit above the hem while the highest was near the top of her bosom her jugs had a bit more room to spread out, their flesh jiggling up and down as well as left and right in centimeter jumps. They still remained cramped through, their bottoms squeezing more and more out as they vaulted towards her belly button.
The largest pumpkins in her garden soon were no match for her sweater puppies anymore. As the bottom of her sight was steadily invaded by the top of her bosom she could see the fabric retreating over its slopes until her cleavage reached over them. Her neckline rested for a split second on the highest part of her rack before it started to glide towards the front of her bust and out of her vision. While her cleavage slowly rolled down her hills another tear formed just a little bit beneath it, in the same form and size as the others. Seven rips with roughly the same distance to each other were torn into the front of her top, looking like they were part of its design. In each eye-shaped tear one could take a tiny peek at her cleavage and a not-so-tiny peek at the skin around her breast gap, showing how her round curves squeezed together. The distance between the individual tears diminished as the neck of her top slid deeper, bending over her bust. As it hung just as low as the hem was hanging high, the display on both ends being roundabout equal it dropped its speed, wandering slower towards the center of her bosom. Above and below her breasts lapped over the fabric as wide domes of flesh, their “roofs” arching in the same pace up- respectively downwards while hugging each other closer and tighter. As both the neck and hem were crooked, lying deeper/higher at the cleavage as on the flanks a little more fabric had been pulled to the wide sides of her globes. However they were not quite as round as they could be, her top still pressing on them.
Suddenly the fabric was enhanced by a tiny alien race that was flying in UFOs around Rebecca so it would stretch better around her bosom, because round boobs are way sexier than cramped boobs. The boost in flexibility let her orbs take on their truly round form on all sides, her shirt resting smoothly, but not too tightly over their curves.
As her breasts were on height with her mouth and bellybutton while being each as wide as her entire bum Britney lowered her glance towards them. Though she couldn’t see their fronts beyond their wide tops she guessed they were jutting out as much from her as the melons she had shown Robert earlier were large. A quick look over the horizon of her chest and she saw Rick Astley was still dancing in the hole in her wall, just about to repeat the chorus once more. She dropped her head back into her neck, sighing soundly over the music. “Oh well, at least I will definitely win the prize with these melons”, she mumbled to herself.
And then her boobs outgrew the universe.

# Rackrolled by ~I3reacl

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories©2013 ~I3reacl
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A satire on society that questions the Western beauty ideal and combines elements from a parody with the symbolism of classic literature - that is a good description of what this story isn’t. Happy 1st April!
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~Jesusthegamerguru 1 day ago
Bit wired at the end, but other then that, all good!
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~I3reacl 1 day ago Hobbyist Writer
It was written for the 1st April, so it isn't really supposed to make much sense
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~jeffthefish May 2, 2013 Student Writer
Bravo good sir. I am always a fan of satire, and the beginning of this story made me chuckle quite a bit ^_^
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~I3reacl May 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
It's less of a satire but more of a parody, but as long as it made you laugh it served its purpose
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~Qwhimzy Apr 17, 2013
Cambering? Nice one.
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~I3reacl Apr 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Pardon?
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~Qwhimzy Apr 19, 2013
I have a fairly solid vocabulary, it's not normally expanded by reading expansion writing. It was a nice surprise to be educated by this story as well, and I respect the skill it takes to use words like that properly, as an author.
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~I3reacl Apr 20, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Oh, I see. Well I'm not really sure if "camber" can actually be used to describe growing breasts. An online dictionary just says it's a synonym for "vault" or "bulge", so I'm using it sometimes for more diversity in my stories. But thank you
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~babermirza Apr 2, 2013
Awesome! You always do good stuff man.
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~I3reacl Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Thanks
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~SexPestle Apr 2, 2013
And then my dick outgrew the universe...
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~ChaosEcho Apr 1, 2013
Hm... is there a point to spellchecking an April Fool's joke, I wonder?
Tress with ripe plums
Trees
before she began to act like real person with self-respect and dignity again
There should be an "a" before "real".
décolleté extended as her rack surged forward
There's two spaces between as and her.
Dang, though. Unless I'm misunderstanding, she must have a huge butt, based on a sentence shortly after Astley shows up.
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Even jokes need proper grammar Thank you!
Isn't a butt cheek roughly as big as a head? From the proportions I mean, the length and width, not the exact form. At least mine are... does this mean I have a large butt? or a small head?
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~ChaosEcho Apr 1, 2013
...actually, I'm not sure now. I might need to awkwardly stare at myself or some pictures to determine this...
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Problem is one can't really stare at his own butt... Now that I think about it though women have slightly larger butts than men, so her butt would actually be rather small.
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*MrCandyMan007 Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
lol I loved the ending xD
I was wondering how the rickrolling would come into play and laughed when I saw xD
Nice April fools story
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Thank you
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*MrCandyMan007 Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome ;D
(oh, I made my own April Fool's thing, check it out if ya want )
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
I redit, twaz praddy vunj
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*MrCandyMan007 Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
O, eye c wut u did thar ;D
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~ShawnSPeters Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist
Since this is April Fool's Day, I almost would have preferred if the story contained no expansion at all, just a long series of near-misses. Kinda like the first half was, until the song started...
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
Well, I'm a BE story writer. Writing a complete almost-BE story might be a bit too much of a tease^^
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~leafbladie Apr 1, 2013
Fuck you april 1st. All of this, because we used to celebrate new years on the wrong day? I think I'll have to pull the ultimate april fools joke one year, by making everyone think it's april second and not first.
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~I3reacl Apr 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer
If you actually manage to do that, congratulations
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~bakaultima Apr 1, 2013
that was funny as hell and so random
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