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 it's current course.  That afternoon, Dean had



been to a little five and dime store, run by a old woman who was very



sweet.  She had so many wrinkles that it was had 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 are 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 them,

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, for he did not 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 it's 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 OK, 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...ok...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 no where 

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 asthe 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 fell more resistance there then

there 

should have been. 

     Slowly, she looked down at her shirt, and

saw nothing different at first, 

cause she had on a 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 breasts 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



untravelled backroads 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, cause 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 then her aereola 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 shefelt

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 pilled 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 it's utmost limits now, the fabric



noticeably becoming more and more thin.  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 she 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

anymore then 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 effect 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 breast 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 was 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 Ican feel them



swelling...Dean..get this bra off me.  I'm swellingfaster...I can feel it!

I'm 

inflating too fast!"

     Dean stopped his search for a big blanket

to see Liz standingthere, 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 shecouldn't even touch 

her own hands.  He ram towards her,

figuring thatgetting her out was more 

important then dignity now, when she

startedmoaning and he stopped. 

     Liz could feel the elastic bra

starting to give under the newrapid 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 offher.  She felt it 

stretch, but it

didn't break.  She arched back more, herbreasts coming to rest 

on her

belly.  As she continued to arch, she couldfeel 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 braexploded off, shooting across the

room. 

     She stood up and looked in the mirror.  Her growing knockers

werehalf 

her size now, her nipples about the size of a soup cans.

Theyjiggled 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

aballoon being blow up. 

     Dean shook his head to straighten his

thoughts and told her theyhad to 

get out from here before she got too big.

Liz moved slowly fromthe 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 weretoo wide 

to fit through the door frame.  Dean

tried pressing themtogether, his fingers 

almost disappearing into the

inflating flesh, butall this did was make Liz cum 

in her shorts.  She

gasped as the sensationpassed 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 asolution, and couldn't. 

     He ushered her back to

the middle of the small room and shut thedoor 

before anyone noticed.

Every step Liz took made her breasts sway andthe 

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, shegrabbed her 

incredible tits and

began massaging them all over, sendingwaves of 

electricity through them

and making her privates literally oozefrom her hot 

juices. 

     Dean

grabbed the phone and told the woman that she was stuck inher 

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 experiencethe sheer 

joy,

joy that only came from a cataclysmic orgasm.  She thenthought that 

maybe

if he tried to make her have one, her breasts wouldrevert back to 

normal.

She told him that the growth was happeningunderneath only one 

layer of her

skin and that they would pop painlesslyonce it happen, letting 

her be

normal again. 

     "Oooohhh goooodddddd...I had another flash." warned

Liz, and 

Deanwatched as her breasts began inflating so fast they swelled

from 

thebottom of her shorts to her knees in almost 3 seconds.  "My

breasts 

aregetting bigger too fast Dean...I can't stand." Liz then gave up

fightingand 

fell to the ground, rolling over after bouncing a bit from

landing onher own 

bean-bag sized chest. 

     Dean told Liz the idea and

Liz's eyes lit up.  Dean walked to nearher head 

and Liz didn't even have

to tell her response to the idea, forher hand shot up 

and grabbed his

extremely hard cock.  She quicklyunzipped his zipper and 

pulled out his

pecker, stroking it furiously toget him wet, which didn't take 

long. 



Dean began stripping as Liz fought to get off her shorts anddripping wet



panties.  She propped her knees up to lift her breasts fromthe floor, and

they 

just began flopping toward her head.  Dean walkedaround to her front

and 

saw a sight that almost made him lose his loadthen and there: two

breasts 

that were near 4 feet tall that reached belowher crotch and her

sumptuous 

legs.  Liz's arms were reaching up the sidesof her tits, clawing

them and 

kneading the inflating mounds. 

     Dean threw Liz's legs apart

and slammed his dick Liz's alreadysopping 

wet vagina.  The heat in her

almost made Dean scream as he beganpumping 

her as hard ashe could.  Liz

screamed a long scream and beganpanting 

harder.  This wasn't going to take

long. 

     Dean continued hammering into Liz and he noticed that each time



hebrought his head down, her boobs were closer.  She was growing so



fastthat soon he wasn't going to be able to fuck her.  This panicked Dean



andhe began to pump harder, making Liz almost pass out from ecstasy.



Deanbegan pressing on her ballooning breasts, trying to alter their



growthaway from him, but they were getting too big.  He felt as if he



wasfighting a blob of flesh. Just then Liz moaned louder. 

     "Oh GOD!

Dean...I just ..*ohhh* had another one...*ohhh* My boobsare 

going to

inflate faster now...I can feel it...the pressure



isso...stronnnnnggaaaaaaah!  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 rapidlyinflating 

tits pushed him

away as they swelled bigger and faster, coveringher legs in a 

matter of

seconds.  He stood up and noticed that he nipples,the size of coffee 

cans,

were heading quickly towards the ceiling. 

     "Ooooohhhh...I can feel my

skin stretching...God..I'm huge..I'menormous.. 

when are they going to

stop?  Dean...I'm almost there.  Justfuck me a little 

more.  God...the

pressure...I'm blowing up like a blimp."

     Dean dove into her cleavage

and pressed inward through theswelling tits.  

He grasped her skin and

pulled himself deeper into herchest.  Liz screamed 

and moaned as Dean's

hot body worked it's way throughher cleavage. 



"Oohhh...God...Dean...My nipples!  My nipples are hitting theceiling!"



Dean finally found a hand hold and grabbed her slim hips, pullinghimself



through her cleavage and into her throbbing vagina.  Even thoughthe weight



from her swelling breasts was pressing down on him, Dean wasable to move



slightly and fast, his dick all the way inside Liz, growinglarger inside

her 

with each thrust, getting ready to explode up insideher. 

     "Oh

yes....Oh yes...there...that's it" moaned Liz.  "God, I canfeel it.  I'm

going 

to cum...keep doing that.  Ohhh..my breasts arehitting the walls.

I'm getting 

too big.  I'm growing too fast!!! I'm...oooh...uh oh!!

Dean....it happened again!  

DEAN!!!  My breasts arefilling 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,

continuedpumping 

into her privates, pulling out liquid with each withdraw.

He slidhis hands 

under her butt and started pulling himself deeper into

her.  Hefelt her start 

to gush juice and knew he was doing something

right. 

     "oh yes...oh yes...god...that's it.  Oh god, the door just

broke. My boobs are 

swelling into the hallway!!!  oh

god...yes...I'mcumming...I'm cumming!!! Oh 

god...I feel my tits blowing

up..I feel thempushing on the ceiling!  I'm 

cumming I'm cumming!!!!"



Dean felt Liz's hips rise up in the anticipation of her orgasm andgave her



one last thrust before he exploded his semen almost into herwomb.  Liz

took 

one last breath and let the intense pressure insideherself go,

sending 

cascades of wetness down her and Dean's legs, makingher entire

body shiver. 

     "oh..god...my breasts...they are stretching too

tight....tootight.... They're 

going to explode!!!  uuuuunnnnhhhhhAAAAAAA"

Liz archedher back as 

much as she could under the weight and felt a mighty

surge inher room-

sized boobs.  Like a over-inflated water balloon, her

titsexploded, 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

nowsnapped-in-half door. 

     Dean, still laying on top of and inside Liz,

shook the milk fromhis face and 

looked up at Liz.  Her breasts were back

to normal, or atleast back down in 

size.  Liz was now sporting E-cups on

her petitefigure.  They both stared at 

her breasts, and realized that they

werestaying that size.  Liz began to laugh 

as Dean did, hugging each other

andthey kissed.  The superintendent, called

by some of the neighbors,

cameinto the doorway to see a lake of milk 

streaming out their door and

thetwo of them in a naked embrace.  He shook 

his head and reached into

thecloset for a mop. 

     "Coming to work today was a big mistake."