A Big Week, Part I

Monday 11th June

Dear diary, I hate jabs. Got mine done today. Don’t care how many times it happens, never get used to it. I’m all for it, though – don’t get me wrong. Those freakin’ anti-vaxxers. Bananas, the lot of ‘em. No one likes getting a needle stuck in your arm, but it’s better than getting polio or whatever. Lucky we’re a pretty liberal college, so there’s not much of that going around.

Anyway. Not much to report. Was checking out Mark in my math lecture again today. Tried real hard not to think about…y’know. Don’t make me write it! You know how coy I am about all things…S-E-X related. But I stayed in control. Gotta cram for exams, and all that. Feeling pretty tired, actually. They said that was normal after you get your jabs – tired, heavy, lethargic. Get some sleep and you’ll be fine. Think I’ll take them up on that.

Tuesday 12th June

Ok, this is weird. So you know how I’ve always had, like, no boobs. Like none. I wear a b-cup just to make them look a little bigger. So I assumed at the age of 21 that the puberty train has very much left the station, and then – bam. This morning it actually looks like I have a pair of tits! Just a small pair of b-cups, which fit inside my bra – but that’s just it. They fit! Before that bra was too big for me, and as of this morning, it actually fits.

I mean, I don’t know why I’m getting excited. It’s just swelling, and it happens like once a month. But not normally this big. It’s kinda fun. I can almost…wobble them a bit. But not really. Imagine if they got bigger? Makes me kinda…no, I shouldn’t write that down. Imagine if someone read it! But you know what I mean J

Wednesday 13th June

Dear diary. Um, so I have tits. Like, proper tits. I’ve tried to ignore it, but…well, they’re there. I can see them right now! They’re wobbling a bit while I write this. I think they’ve gone up another cup size. My bra is actually too tight to wear properly – my boobs just quad up over it. It’s actually kinda…s-e-x-y. I never thought I’d actually have any kind of tits, and now for some reason, I actually have a proper pair of boobs on my chest, and I…I love it.

People have started noticing, too. When I walk down the corridor my boobs actually stick out in front of me, and, like, enter rooms before I do! Only a little bit, I’m probably like a C-cup max, but when you’re used to having nothing, they feel massive. Also – I keep stroking them. Don’t tell anyone, but they feel amazing! I love cupping them – I can only just get my hands completely around them, which is wild – and feeling them soft in my palms is the best. My nipples get rock hard when I do that, and sometimes…well, I know I never normally do this, have hardly ever done this, but…I had to take care of myself, if you know what I mean. Just once. It was really hot! But ssh.

It’s starting to get a bit inconvenient when it comes to clothes, though. Most of my looser stuff doesn’t really show anything, but my tight tops, for the gym and stuff, make them look huge! There really is a lot of flesh going on, and the more I try to hide it, the bigger they look.

Today I swear I could feel them growing. I know it makes no sense, but I was sitting there in class, typing away on my laptop, trying to get used to the fact that they wobble when I write, now, but then, it was like…every time I breathed in they swelled (which makes sense), but sometimes when I breathed out, they didn’t come down enough in size. So it was like I was…I dunno, pumping them up? I know that makes no sense, but even thinking about it made me really h-o-r-n-y, so I had to focus on work. But they’re always there, always in the way. I don’t know what to do. I’m sure this’ll all go away after a few days.

Saturday, 16th June

They have not gone away. I’ve been trying to figure out how to write this, but it’s actually getting harder and harder sit at my desk and put pen to paper. One because my freakin’ tits are getting so big they’re becoming an obstruction, and two because…because it makes me so h-o-r-n-y I can barely concentrate.

So Thursday I thought for a blissful moment they’d stopped growing, so I wore my normal bra (now way too tight) and a loose top and went into class. So far so good. Then about 5 minutes in, I feel this tightness in my chest, and a flush all through my body, and, like…everything starts growing. And I mean everything.

My…thighs felt thicker, for a start, like it was a summer day and my legs were sticking together from the heat. Except every time I tried to move them further apart, they were still touching. It was lucky I wasn’t wearing anything tight like my jeans, because I might have burst them open. Instead I felt my thighs slowly expanding, slowly pushing into each other, and worse, I could feel my ass growing bigger, too.

The only reason I noticed it was that I was looking at the back of Mark’s head, as he was sitting in front of me, and had my eyes focused on the crown where his hair grew from. It’s kind of a cute shape, and I often find my eyes drawn to it. Not any more, they’re drawn to very different shapes these days.

Anyway diary, I’m looking at this crown, then back at my laptop, my bra feeling tighter and tighter, my top feeling constrained, my thighs apparently growing. And then when I look up – and my underwear is riding up my crack like you wouldn’t believe – the crown is…lower. And I suddenly realise, it’s not the crown that’s lower…it’s me that’s higher. I’m…growing. And because it’s my ass that’s plumping up and growing fatter, that’s making my seat bigger. And then I feel it. I feel my ass spreading out under me, under my skirt, blobbing to either side as my thighs expand and oh god my boobs are growing too. My bra was getting so tight, as my breasts swelled bigger and bigger. I could feel the flesh pouring over the sides of the cups, as my cleavage deepened. I looked down under my shirt and gasped – it looked like I had a couple of grapefruits stuffed down there, like I’d padded my bra with tube socks, and god it looked hot.

I could feel my thighs getting stickier as I began to sweat, but also grow wet. The thought of more growth, and even writing this down now, makes me so hot I’m going to have to…excuse me.

They grew again. While I was fingering myself in the bathroom. I was rubbing my hot, wet cunt, desperate for an orgasm to take the edge off, and my breasts swelled larger, bursting forwards while I did so. But I haven’t even told you how big they’ve gotten. Oh man.

So that was Thursday. I waddle out of the lecture hall, thighs rubbing together, butt pushing my skirt out, tits shaking like mad. My tits were so huge, I looked like I was wearing a low-cut top to show off my boobs to everyone. Reality was I just couldn’t conceal them. Too big. My bra was cutting off all circulation, so I rushed to the toilet, pinged it off, threw it in the bin, and raced off to an outlet store to get new clothes. I got myself a 32-E bra, feeling like that ought to deal with the worst of it. I was…optimistic.

Friday morning I wake up with this weight on my chest, and I gasp out loud. My boobs have engorged during the night, and were now huge and heavy on my chest. They were large the day before, but now they were like small melons, huge and full and swollen, rising up and down like dough with each breath.

I couldn’t go out looking like this, but I have class on a Friday, and important exams coming up, so I cram them into my new bra, which just about supports them, stuff my new ass and thighs into some stretch pants, and jog off to class. Bad idea. The stares I got when running, even with the large hoody I put on to cover my huge new tits – unbelievable. I was just a dude magnet, my fat knockers and huge butt and thighs drawing the attention from everyone I passed. I have to be honest – it turned me the fuck on. God I know I don’t normally swear, but my brain is running a mile a minute. I feel so strange! And hot.

Friday was the worst day yet. And also the best. After my morning lecture I had to take my bra off, because it was so tight as to be painful. My loose shirt and hoody were doing their best, but it soon became clear my boobs were getting huge. It was so hard to hide. And the bigger they got, the more my thighs swelled, the larger my butt became in my tightening pants, the more I got turned on. I started to get wet, diary. Real wet.

I had to keep going to the bathroom during the day, in the middle of lectures. I’d get up, squeeze my fat ass down the row of seats, trying not to knock anyone in the head, then got to a stall. By the time I got there, I was always gagging for it, and I’d take one of my massive boobs in hand, the other hand sliding into my dripping went cunt, and I would go to town.

You know me, diary. I’ve hardly every touched myself down there before. But now? I can’t stop! My boobs won’t stop growing, my ass is massive, my thighs are rubbing together, and – oh god talking about this is making me so horny. I’ve got to stop. This is turning me on too much. I’m going to bed.

Sunday, 17th June

When is this going to stop? God my boobs are so huge now – every time I move, they wobble and shake. I got new bras, though I’m reaching into the higher sizes that shops stock, but even these monsters can barely contain them. I’m just so huge. Even writing this my fat tits are getting in the way, obstructing the pages as I’m trying to write. And I’m looking at this pen and imagining it as a cock sat between my huge, swollen knockers. Mmm, imagine it sliding up and down between my full, stuffed cleavage – ah! I can’t believe I wrote that.

So diary, my tits have grown again. They’re now approximately the size of my head, and I don’t know what to do with them. I’ve had to buy a whole new wardrobe to accommodate my gigantic bust, and even then I don’t know how long it’s going to last. My ass is bursting out of anything I try and put it into, and it seems to be growing, even now. Hey yeah, if I bend over in these. Yep, they ripped. My little shorts just burst open because of my fucking massive ass that just ruptured through. My thighs are so thick I can’t walk without them rubbing together. My tits are nearly as wide as my chest.

So what do I do? I’m so fucking horny I can barely think. All I want to do is rub one out and watch Netflix. Except I can’t sit in my old slouch position because I won’t be able to see the laptop screen. Guess what gets in the way?

Also I am so wet. Like, seriously. I am basically dripping right now. I…I have to go. I’m too horny for this shit.

To BE continued…