Bodice Ripper

Young Miss Anna Tome, a woman who made up for in resourcefulness and brains what she lacked in breeding, strode confidently towards Hardy Hall. There she would find the wealthy, affable and above all, marriageable Mr. Hardy, who was the focus of her attentions on this fine May morning.

Anna had never had wealth or prestige in her twenty four years of life, but was determined to accrue it, by any means necessary. She was a sleight girl, with tender frame yet fiery eyes, and her powers of charm were not to be underestimated.

For some months she had been following the exploits of Mr. Hardy, and found him to be singularly suited to her in both temperament and affluence. He was known to be a being of a rather frisky nature, which suited her to a tee, but it was only after much research that she discovered a peccadillo of his. So the rumours had it, William Hardy was only interested in ladies of a generous figure. This was admittedly a problem for Anna, who was slender and trim, but not an insurmountable one. For on her person she had a 2/3rds full vial of purple liquid, given to her by an apothecary with whom she had had a dalliance several years ago. The tincture, so she was told, was designed to “temporarily expand one’s reach”, something which when said with a wink and a nudge by Mr. South, the apothecary, was certainly what Anna was looking for.

Just minutes before, she had carefully measured out a third of the contents of the tiny vial and consumed it. It tasted rather pleasant really, if a little sweet. She had been ensured that it would be exactly what she needed, and she had no reason to believe otherwise. So it was for that reason that she wore a very loose-fitting and rather large dress and corset as she approached the hall. It was Mr. Hardy’s annual summer gathering, and after a great expenditure of effort with a certain suggestible vicar, Anna had procured an invitation; she fancied she wouldn’t have another chance.

Stepping into the hallway, while the servants took her belongings, she took a moment of being alone to look around at the opulence and grandeur of her surroundings. Everything was wood panelled and expensively lacquered and perfect. She stretched her arms and did a small twirl. This was it. She paused in front of a full length mirror. She was, as her mother sometimes said, “a skinny little slip of a thing”. But not for much longer. As if on cue, she felt a slight tightness in her chest, and came over a little dizzy. She remained standing, but began to pant, her chest heaving. Yet, when she opened her eyes, it was as if she had held her breath – her chest was inflated as if her lungs were full, but she was yet to breathe. She breathed in, and indeed her chest rose once more. Could it be? Her chest had…expanded. Her dress and corset were still very loose, and hanging off her, but this was a start. She felt a further tightness in her chest as she made her way into the drawing room.

She stepped into the warmly lit parlour to see a room full of dilettantes and socialites going about their business. Men and women of high society were sat in high chairs, discussing affairs of the day. Anna felt a further tightening in her chest that she put down this time to excitement, but when she looked down she was met with a much more full figure than she was accustomed. Her dress still was rather loose, almost laughably so, but things had improved. She adjusted herself and scanned the room.

When she saw Mr. Hardy, her heart leapt. He was a tall, fine man with serious yet kind eyes, and a handsome moustache. She felt her chest tightening just looking at him. She began to stride over, but saw that he was in discussions with socialite Emma Fairfax, she of a very prepossessing figure indeed. Mr. Hardy appeared quite enraptured with her conversation, and indeed was unable to look away. Anna couldn’t help but notice Emma’s rather prominent appendages, which were ameliorated by an expertly tightened corset. It made her clothing look somewhat pathetic in comparison. She felt a slight flush of embarrassment, and as if on cue, the tightness in her chest returned, and her bosom swelled, slightly. She felt the dress tighten just a little, and begin to fit a touch more comfortably. She looked down at her chest, and felt it appeared a little more in keeping with her outfit. She approached Mr. Hardy.

Standing in front of him, she folded her arms in front of her and waited, politely. As she stood there, she felt her arms being nudged ever so slightly to the side by her slowly growing bust. She adjusted them, without taking her eyes off Mr. Hardy. Sadly, such etiquette was not reciprocated by the gentlemen. He appeared to have only eyes for Miss Fairfax, whose rather grand chest was placed prominently on display. Anna cleared her throat, noting with a slight tinge of pride that her chest bounced slightly as she did so. It had never done that before. She estimated that her chest now thrust out a couple of inches; not a huge amount for certain, but it was more than she had ever experience before, and she found the process rather…exciting. However, Emma’s expansive bosom which jutted out a good five inches was taking up rather a lot of Mr. Hardy’s attention. He turned briefly, muttered a perfunctory “good day”, and went back to his conversation with Emma. This, Anna decided, would just not do. Her chest was becoming more what was required of it, but not enough, and not fast enough. She excused herself, and despite the tightening in her chest increasing, and the wobbling of her chest while she moved, she left the room.

She strode quickly to a empty room and examined herself in the mirror. Her breasts were definitely swelling, that much was certain, but her time was limited, and by the looks of Mr. Hardy’s behaviour, Anna would need to be significantly larger in order to make an impact. “Luckily”, she thought “I have just the thing”. Ignoring her swelling bosom, which now protruded a full three inches out, she produced the vial. She vaguely recalled Mr. South’s warning: “This has three uses, dear. One per situation. On no accounts should you take more than one dose; it compounds the effects, you see.”

“Hmpf”, thought Anna. “How much compounding can really take place? And besides, perhaps some compounding might result in some interest.” She chuckled to herself at her witticism. That was exactly the kind of quip that Mr. Hardy would find so amusing when they were together. He would become a lady, she had decided. And this was the first step. Throwing caution to the wind, she uncorked the vial, and swallowed the rest of the contents.

The results was rather instantaneous. Whereas before the growth had been slow and steady, she felt a very strong tightness in her chest, as it swelled and bulged what seemed like two inches in a matter of seconds. Her formerly loose corset become filled in a very short space of time, taken up with her swollen chest. As quickly as it started, the swelling stopped. “Hmpf”, though Anna again. “This doesn’t seem particularly compounded. Still, it’s better than nothing.” She did however feel aware of something of a residual tightness in her chest, so perhaps there was a little more to come. Certainly compared to how she looked this morning, to have a chest that spread out a full four inches in front of her was infinitely preferable. She adjusted her now sizeable breasts, ensured her now slightly tight corset was loosened as much as it could possibly be (just in case) and made for the drawing room. “Now I shall have him”, she thought to herself. The tightness returned.

On the way back to the drawing room, Anna felt much more confident. She felt far more in control of her new, admittedly much larger, breasts, which were previously kept in check by a formerly loose corset, but were now pertly held in place for all the world to see. As she entered the drawing room, everyone’s gaze became fixed on her notably larger chest, before the guests looked away, embarrassed.

In control of her walk, she stepped across the room, bouncing ever so slightly, creating a ripple in her sizeable bosom with every pace. Approaching Mr. Hardy again, she greeted him with a curtsey, bowing slightly, allowing her breasts to dip again, exposing her generous cleavage. Mr. Hardy’s moustache bristled, but he mustered nothing beyond a “good day”. Anna frowned. “This may be harder than I thought”. Just at that moment, she felt a tightness in her chest, and her breasts inched outwards, a little. “Good timing, ladies”, she thought. She turned away, pretending to be distracted by someone and then back, ‘accidentally’ knocking Mr. Hardy’s drink out of his hand with her burgeoning bust. “Oh, how terribly silly of me!” She claimed, feigning apology. “Allow me to clean this up for you.” Anna bent down, showing a largening expanse of cleavage, as she mopped the floor with a cloth, ensuring she bobbed every so often to allow her generous breasts to wobble.

Mr. Hardy bristled but gave no response. “Really!” thought Anna. “This is getting ridiculous. Just how big does he want me?” She was determined to find out.

Just at that moment, her breasts began to budge forwards once more, pumping upwards from their tight prison, creating curved ridges atop her corset, which was starting to tighten, despite being heavily loosened moments earlier. Anna, who was crouched at the time, was starting to marvel a little at their size. She looked up, and caught Mr. Hardy with an eyebrow slightly raised. Seeing her look, he turned away, fidgeting.

Standing up, Anna felt slightly uncertain as her breasts pumped outwards again. Her corset was starting to become a little strained. She hoped her ladies wouldn’t get too much bigger (they were really quite prominent now), but at the same time, she still hadn’t gotten Mr. Hardy’s attention. Something had to be done. Noticing him talking now to Emma, Anna sidled up until her increasingly large bosom was under his eyeline. Then, she waited.

At first nothing, but then with a slight tightening that Anna realised was beginning to thrill her, she felt her breasts spreading forwards. Mr. Hardy’s hand was holding his new drink, and Anna thrilled as she watched her now rather large breasts swell slowly outwards towards it, millimetre by millimetre, her corset struggling to contain the growing expanse of flesh. They stretched, and bulged, as the fabric tightened and pulled, all the while growing upwards and outwards, until they very gently nudged Mr. Hardy’s hand.

The view as he looked down (he was a little taller than Anna) must have been quite something. This previously slight and slender girl with no chest to speak of was looking up quite coquettishly with two very, and apparently increasingly, large mounds of pale flesh squeezing up through a struggling bustiere. His mouth parted, and he went to form words. Anna smiled, and arched her back ever so slightly, pressing her still growing breasts together further. Had one dropped a penny, it would have stayed resting on top, for there was almost no room between these two increasingly swollen breasts.

“I do believe my face is up here, sir”, corrected Anna, with delight.

Before Mr. Hardy could respond, the call went up for dinner. He left without a word.

“Damnation!” Thought Anna. “Maybe this wretched concoction was all for nothing!” “Still”, she pondered, “they do feel rather…sensitive. And though I hope they don’t get too much bigger, I rather feel that a touch more may be necessary.”

With that she turned to exit, knocking a photo frame off its perch. These breasts would take some getting used to.

On the walk to dinner, she took a brief moment to try and adjust herself. She felt an increasing tightening and noted that her by now very generous chest was still ballooning outwards, but only by a small amount. She pulled up the lip of her corset, in an attempt to push some of her tightening, swelling breasts down. They shifted a little, very begrudgingly, but they were still very prominent. There was little room to be had, and it was getting so Anna was struggling a little with movement. She certainly wasn’t able to see anything other than the tips of her feet. Her spatial awareness was also a little compromised, as her large breasts now pushed forwards a good five inches from her chest. This may not sound like much, but to suddenly have to take into account so a large bosom was a challenge for her, given she was formerly so sleight. She breathed deeply, and then regretted it, as her breasts spread outwards with her breath, causing some discomfort. “They really are getting rather large”, she thought. “Time to get Mr. Hardy’s attention.”

Anna wobbled into the dining room, her stricken corset just about keeping things in check. Everyone in there kept sneaking improprietous looks at her swollen bosom – the single men stared agog before reminding themselves of their manners, while the married men were swiftly reprimanded by their wives. All but Mr. Hardy, who kept his eyes down and took his seat. “How mysterious”, Anna thought to herself. “We shall see just how much he can resist”. She eased her way across the room, accidentally brushing her slowly growing bust against two gentlemen, who harrumphed and turned away, red-faced. Anna giggled, causing her still swelling breasts to jiggle. She felt a slight tightening as they pushed outwards yet again. They really were reaching quite the size now. Just when would they stop? She spied Mr. Hardy taking his seat, and went to move towards him. A sharp pain, and she moved her leg back, realising she had hit it against the corner of the table. She smiled, realising the reason she had done so was that she just hadn’t seen the table. She couldn’t. Her burgeoning breasts had obscured the corner completely beneath their curvy bulk. She noted this with an odd satisfaction that both surprised and excited her.

A couple of suitors rushed forwards to check her condition. “I could get used to such treatment.” she thought to herself. She smiled politely, and all the while her breasts inched forwards, getting slowly bigger and bigger. It was gradual, but they were noticeably more swollen than when she entered the room. She felt a tightening in her corset. It was being put to the test, that much was certain. A little more gingerly, looking to the side around her wobbling bosom, she navigated the table and took the seat right next to Mr. Hardy.

It was only when she arranged her petticoats and dress that Anna realised quite how big she’d become. Her chest now jutted out seven inches in front of her, and she realised with a start she was still growing. The tincture hadn’t specified how much expansion would occur beyond “compounding”, but it was hard to believe they could get much bigger. It was lucky she had such solid support for her bustiere, as her bosom was becoming damnably heavy.

“I had better move quickly”, she thought to herself, trying to surreptitiously make some room in her deeply overcrowded dress. Sadly, nothing would move, leaving her swollen bosom to remain copiously on show for all the table to see. She shuffled herself in her seat slightly, unwittingly setting her chest a-jiggling once again. She felt a tightening. They were growing once more. She watched in vague amazement as they slowly grew forwards, millimetre by millimetre, swelling forth in a glorious tide of breast. Her corset really did feel tight now, even on its loosest setting. She heard a “clink”. Her decidedly ample bosom had bumped into a glass. Her breasts were now so big she hadn’t even noticed its tiny glass shape beneath her growing, straining bulk. She hoisted her swelling chest to the left. “Clink”. There went another. She smiled apologetically to her left-hand neighbour, who looked away, politely. She giggled, growing another jiggling few millimetres in the process. “Now, to business”, she thought.

She turned to Mr. Hardy, knocking over his glass in the process. Seven and a half inches now. Her breasts emerged straight out from her chest for nearly twenty centimetres. A waiter attempted to reach her wine glass, but her gradually swelling bust made this very difficult. Eventually, she handed her glass to him, and he placed it a full 30 centimetres in front of her, to avoid any accidental knocking. She took it in her hand, noting how she had to reach around herself these days, but not before leaning forward, an act which brushed the underside of her large breasts against the table. She drained the glass in one. “Oh do fill it up”, she purred. “And I believe you neglected to bring me a napkin”.

“I believe it’s, um…under you, madam”, replied the waiter, whose eyes were nearly popping out of his skull. It was at that point, as her breasts gently swelled outwards even further, than Anna realised she was unable to see anything on the table directly in front of her, as her breasts bulged to a full eight inches, straight out. They were squeezed terribly by her corset, and so must have seemed far bigger were they not contained. Her bodice was doing sterling work, though she could feel the stern stitching being put to full use. The lacing at the back was utterly stretched. Anna giggled once more, realising just how large her bosom had become, and reached under her wobbling chest, and produced the napkin. She turned, still gently growing outward, to Mr. Hardy.

“My good sir, I can’t help but notice you haven’t said a word to poor little me all afternoon. What must one do to get your attention?”

Mr. Hardy took a long drink of wine.

Anna smiled, enjoying his apparent discomfort. Her breasts moved further forward, a little faster this time. She shifted in her seat, until her now huge bust rested lightly against the table. She felt relief as some of the weight of her large chest was taken by the table, but she was alarmed by the creaking that emanated from it. Her ladies really were rather heavy. She would be quick. She moved ever so slightly forward in her chair, and one of her huge breasts bumped into his arm. He moved away. Luckily, due to a particularly strong growth spurt, which left Anna feeling a little light headed, chest and arm made contact again before too long. Mr. Hardy looked down.

“They’re…growing” he spluttered.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean”, smiled Anna, growing noticeably bustier by the second. She reached out, around her widening breasts, which had almost no room in her top whatsoever, and so were now growing upward, and clasped her glass of wine.

“How…can this be?” managed Mr. Hardy.

Nine inches.

“If I may be so bold, you look a little flustered, sir”, cooed Anna, as her breasts began to rise further and further upwards in her now utterly stuffed corset, having nowhere else to go. She drained her second glass of wine. She could feel its warmth spreading through her, calming her, emboldening her with every passing second. She reached under her now huge chest, patting around on the table until she found her napkin, and dabbed her mouth again, gently. Looking Mr. Hardy directly in they eye, she dropped it. It fell only a short distance to land on her magnificent bosom. “Would you…be so kind?” She offered.

Mr. Hardy reached forward a trembling hand, and went to pluck the serviette from atop the nearest large mound. Anna felt a flutter inside her as he reached out, which was replaced by a tightening in her chest as her breasts inched forwards, more confidently this time. She heard a loosening at the back, as the lacing of her corset began to unravel. Even this overly large corset with the loosest of lacing was not enough. Her breasts really were becoming tremendously large, poking out almost 25 centimetres from her body. They were so round and swollen and pert – Anna had not expected this, and in this prim and proper dining room, people were starting to stare. “When would they stop?” she thought to herself, with a mixture of excitement and alarm.

The latter overcame the former, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Perhaps she should make an exit. The situation was becoming somewhat untenable, she thought to herself, as her now enormous breasts, as if encouraged, swelled even further outwards. There was a very quiet series of “cracks” as the bone in her corset finally cracked, allowing her breasts to spring forwards. Their growing mass was still being supported, and at least she could breathe a little easier, but this could become problematic. She did not have access to a measuring tape, but she could confidently predict her chest jutted out at least 10 inches. They were colossal. And still growing, she noted, with a little alarm. She decided she would excuse herself for a moment, and began to rise, with no small amount of difficulty, as it felt like she was now carrying two small animals on her chest, when she felt a hand on her arm.

“First course is about to be served.”

Mr. Hardy looked at her sternly. His steely eyes flicked down to her still swelling chest for just a second, before moving back to meet hers.

“But, I-”

At that moment, a steaming tureen of soup was placed on the table in front of Mr. Hardy.

“Mmm, coriander”, he murmured.

Anna sat back down, feeling a little faint. The waiter stood for a second, trying to figure out how to navigate her enormous bust and place the bowl of soup down in a position that wouldn’t get her dress stained. He eventually placed it towards the middle of the table, where she could just about reach, but her massive breasts wouldn’t dip in, unless she leaned forwards. Anna looked around, now a little panicked, as another series of cracks told her her expansion was showing no signs of stopping.

Out of politeness, and a sense of urgency, she reached for the soup. As she did so, her breasts swelled forwards, and pushed firmly into the table, as the back of her corset cracked further. The table groaned in tandem, clearly not equipped to hold such weight. By this point, Anna’s corset was being sustained by the bone at the front and the lacing at the back, and little in between. Her impossibly huge breasts had swelled forwards to a truly immense eleven inches, and were bulging out of the top of her corset on both sides. It was an incredible sight, and Anna felt a little afraid. “Just how much more sizeable would they get?”, she wondered. She reached her spoon forwards and took a sip of soup, lifting up over her humongous bust, trying not to drip too much soup into her colossal cleavage. Each sip was a challenge, but she was determined to get through this course at the very least before excusing herself. Mr. Hardy, she suddenly realised, was watching with interest, as she slowly drained her soup bowl. He was looking at the ever-swelling tops of her breasts, as they grew and grew, bulging outwards millimetre by millimetre, spattered occasionally with tiny gobbets of soup which just couldn’t be helped, so far did the spoon have to travel.

Her corset groaned as she slowly finished the soup, her industrious efforts leaving her bowl clean but her chest anything but. She tried not to breathe too deeply, for fear of bursting open once and for all, something she was desperate to avoid. No matter how much she wanted to ensnare Mr. Hardy, she couldn’t handle the shame of bearing herself fully to the room, though they had seen much already. Perhaps she could explain her current situation away as some kind of allergic reaction to the wine? That seemed a bit of a stretch, but –

No sooner had she thought this, than the last bone in the back of her corset broke, and her breasts burst forwards. This was getting dangerous now. Her chemise still had some room (though not much), but her corset was on its last legs. Her still enlarging chest would not be supported by her clothing much longer. She made to stand.

She felt a familiar grasp upon her arm. “Not yet”, he said.

Anna looked around. All eyes were on her – or, more accurately, her ever-expanding chest. Mr. Hardy for some reason didn’t want her to leave. She had to take matters into her own hands. Still sitting, she held the tightness in her chest in, willing the expansion to slow just a little. “More wine, please”, she beckoned to the waiter, who hurried over. She could feel her breasts straining against her command. His quick walk across the room seemed to take forever, as she noticed out of the corner of her vision her bust starting to expand further. He filled up her glass, and she gestured to Mr. Hardy’s, whose was empty. The waiter filled it to the brim, and no sooner had he then Anna, who had been holding the growth back as much as she could, let it go full force. Her already gigantic bust became bigger still, snapping the back of her corset, surging forward two whole inches, spilling out of the top of her dress like two muffins that had completely boiled over.

“Blast it!” Mr. Hardy jumped to his feet, a wine stain spreading over his crotch. All eyes were on him. Anna’s plan had worked. Whilst everyone was rushing to Mr. Hardy’s aid, Anna pulled up her utterly stretched chemise, which bulged out twelve inches in front of her due to her increasingly colossal chest, and, grabbing the remnants of her battered corset, made for the door. She tried to move quickly, but her now unsupported breasts, which were oddly firm and full for their tremendous size, bounced up and down slowly and hugely, dragging her chemise with them. What was more, they were still growing, and her chemise, which was now fairly tight itself, wouldn’t take much more of it. Anna got to the door, and looked back. The room was still in chaos, everyone seeing to Mr. Hardy’s crotch. All except Mr. Hardy. He was looking directly at her, with a fire burning in his eyes that she had never seen before. She paused at the door, turned side on, arched her back and pulled in her chemise at the waist, showing the full shape of her very recently-grown thirteen-inch breasts. Mr. Hardy raised an eyebrow, and Anna pointed upwards, a devilish smile on her face.

Into the corridor, Anna strode quickly forwards to the staircase, her enormous bust bouncing up and down with each step. She prayed she wouldn’t bump into any servants as she made her way upstairs. Her formerly loose chemise was being sorely tested, as her breasts continued to grow, stretching the fabric, and leaving a tremendous amount of cleavage between her swollen breasts on display. They were pressed up against each other, and beginning to bulge out at the top, and stretched out inches on either side of her. She began to feel the seams giving as her breasts slowly inched out ever further. Against her better judgement, she began to jog, her chest bouncing manically up and down. Having arrived in the hallway and finding it mercifully deserted, she made her way quickly upstairs, searching for Mr. Hardy’s quarters. The corridors of Hardy Hall were very narrow, and she could feel both sides of her breasts brushing against the edges as her huge bosom swung from side to side. She hoped she wouldn’t get much bigger. She also hoped she would.

Eventually, she found her way to Mr. Hardy’s chambers, and opened the door, praying nobody would be inside. Thankfully all the servants were downstairs helping with lunch, so Anna was in luck. She glanced from side to side, and saw the corridor empty. She breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward – but she was stopped by a deep tightening in her chest – one she hadn’t felt before. She tried to stand up straight, but was forced to double over. As she did, she looked down, to see the huge mass of her chest beneath her begin to swell like it had never before. Her bosom, tightly stuffed into her chemise, was growing larger by the second. She could see her two huge breasts being pressed closer and closer together, squeezing upwards through the neckline. They bulged outwards more and more at the side, and she could feel the stitching starting to go. She had to get into the room.

She stood upright, and went to step inside. She found herself unable to. She frowned, and realised her breasts were either side of the doorframe. She took a deep breath (then felt a ripping, and regretted it), and pushed her colossal breasts together. Her nipples were now in the centre of the door frame, and many inches of breast flowed out either side. Luckily, the edge of them both just ended before the end of the doorframe. Anna squeezed forwards, and – with her breast crammed against both sides of the frame, burst through into chambers.

She fell to the floor, panting, as her breasts continued to grow. Hanging down they seemed like enormous udders that fell and swung and wobbled as her chemise groaned. They swelled and bulged as her chemise stretched and strained against the growth. It really was a well-made item though, and held firm. She stood up, dusted herself down, and surveyed her colossal breasts. They stuck out a full fifteen inches in front of her, and hung down, despite their apparent resistance to gravity, to just above her belly button. Her chemise was pulled up to just below the lower curve of her humongous breasts, providing the barest minimum of decency. She looked at them in wonderment, and waiting for the next bout of tightness…

…

It didn’t come. Breathing a sigh of relief, Anna sat on the edge of Mr. Hardy’s bed and surveyed the room. It was dark – the curtains were drawn, but looked to be a handsome and warm, wood-panelled chamber with a hearth and a room through to the bathing chambers. She couldn’t help but notice some very handsome golden ornaments, which bade well for the future. Allowing her colossal breasts to bounce for a spell, she sat back on the bed, having them rest on her legs. There was no way she could see the floor, but at least she could see around the room with relative ease. She waited.

Before too long, there was a sound at the door, then an easing of the handle as it slowly creaked open. Just as she predicted, Mr. Hardy stepped through the doorway, closing it behind him. Anna leaned back on the bed, arms straining a little under the weight of her enormous bust, as it stretched out nearly 40 centimetres in front of her. Anna wondered dimly what, if classifiable, her measurements would even be?

Mr. Hardy’s face was flushed. “You embarrassed me down there.”

Anna shrugged, her breasts bouncing impossibly. “You wouldn’t let me leave.”

Mr. Hardy paused for a very long time, his eyes moving around the room until he settled upon Anna’s enormous bust. “I didn’t want you to.”

Anna smiled coquettishly, running a finger along the top of her right breast. She noted with excitement that her arm was only just long enough to reach the end. “Because it would have been improper to leave?”

Mr. Hardy stepped forwards.

“Quite. After all, you hadn’t had the main course.”

Anna raised an eyebrow, and pushed her colossal breasts together a little with her arms. “I’m afraid I was sufficiently…stuffed.” She noted with pride that there was a small ripping sound, as her chemise gave way a little under the weight of her heaving bosom.

Mr. Hardy swallowed, and then appeared to recover his nerve. He stepped towards Anna and her gigantic chest.

“I am…still hungry.” he uttered, finally.

Anna leaned back further, thrusting her already preposterous breasts further forwards. The sound of another tear.

“Do tell.”

Mr. Hardy gulped once again, and loosened his necktie.

“You are…an extraordinary woman, Mrs. Tome.”

Anna leant forward, feeling the base of her huge breasts squeeze against her legs, like two enormous cushions.

“Miss Tome. And how so, William?”

It was at this point Anna noticed a tightening in Mr. Hardy’s clothing that suited someone of his nomenclature.

“I…”

Anna pushed her breasts together, and they rose up like two magnificent loaves of bread.

“That is to say…”

Anna leaned back, exposing what seemed like miles of cleavage.

“May I…?”

Anna smiled.

“May you?”

“I should very much like to…”

“Go on.”

“Would you do me the honour of lying with me?”

“We shall see, William. We shall see. What have you to offer me?”

“Oh. Well.”

Mr. Hardy looked genuinely flustered, his gruff, manly demeanour all gone. Then, his face went temporarily blank, to be replaced with a wicked, somewhat roguish smile. He reached into this pocket, and produced a small vial, one which Anna knew all too well, full of purple liquid.

“I have this.”

“Well, that does make things interesting”, purred Anna. “You had better come here then, William. We’re in for a big night.”

“I don’t supposed I want to get too much bigger”, Anna thought to herself. “And it is temporary after all. But all this growing is really rather exciting. Just how big will I get? Plus he’s rather enjoying this.”

Anna smiled at Mr. Hardy, and put his hand atop of one her gargantuan breasts.

“I feel Lady Tome has quite a nice ring to it. Don’t you?”, Anna smiled.

He grinned, and opened the bottle.

“It certainly does, Miss Tome. It certainly does.”

“Well then. Here’s to big changes.”

Anna grabbed the vial, as both of their eyes sparkled, and, never taking her eyes off William Hardy’s, she swallowed the contents in one.

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