Create Your Own Cleavage

Tanya flicked the brush between her modest cleavage, sweeping aside a strand of dark brown hair that was drifting down between her tits.

She applied the bronzer to her chest, accentuating what little there was, trying to give herself that bit more of a shape and bulge. There really wasn’t much to work with.

She stepped back from the mirror, and admired her figure. She was wearing a tight, low-cut v-neck t-shirt that showed off her slim body and slightly bolstered boobs. Together with her tight jeans, heels and classy, subtle make-up (on her face, at least) she actually looked pretty damn good. Good enough for Ben, she hoped.

She slung a mini black jacket on, grabbed her purse, and strolled out the door. This was sure to work.

**

Riding the subway into town, she started to feel a little itchy around her chest. This was the last thing she needed. Things had to go perfectly tonight. She was gonna see Ben, she was gonna look fucking sweet, and she was gonna get laid. She’d put in too much work for anything to screw this up.

Trying not to draw attention, Tanya surreptitiously itched the top of boobs, which were perking out nicely in this v-neck – she had a pretty good bit of cleavage that looked like it was bulging out of her top! They looked like two little round tennis balls packed into her push-up bra, and even though she knew they weren’t that big, she’d definitely be able to fool Ben with these. And once they were in the bedroom, she was home free.

Tanya pulled down her top, giving herself more cleavage, allowing the tops of her tits to poke out, above the bra. Man, it was feeling tight! This was ideal – her tits were looking really big and swollen, bulging right out of the v-neck; this make-up was great. She’d definitely be using it again.

Tanya flipped out her phone while the train was still overground, and initiated a chat with Ben. Things started getting pretty flirty, so she took a quick snap of her boobs (after adjusting them to look as big as they possibly could, of course) and sent it over. His reply was positive. “Holy shit!”

Tanya smiled, clicking off her phone. The trap was set.

Her tits jiggled in their snug top as the train rattled underground. Tanya adjusted her bra. It really was tight.

**

Over drinks, Tanya was really making the most of her tits – they looked so big now! She really expected to be getting used to them, but every time she looked, they seemed bigger! This was great. She kept adjusting her top to make sure they were as prominent as could be, but they poked out like the two mounds that they were, almost curving over the tops of the bra cups.

“So…what do you think?” She asked, leaning forward on the table, arms resting under her jugs, pushing them forwards even further in a big creamy curve of cleavage.

Ben gulped. “They’re…y’know, I mean you look great.” He managed.

“Thanks!” Laughed Tanya, flicking her hair over her shoulder, pulling up the top of her v-neck a little. It kept being pulled down; maybe it was too small for her. She looked down at her glorious tits – she actually couldn’t quite believe how big they looked. This make-up had made them almost double in size, it seemed.

She watched briefly as she breathed in, marvelling at their curvaceous shape as they rose and fell, taking up so much space in her v-neck. She scratched her back, irritably. She didn’t remember her bra being this tight. Her tits were starting to bulge further over the tops of the cups. That was…odd. Had she put it on wrong?

But just then another drink arrived and she and Ben clinked glasses. As their hands moved away, their fingers touched. Tanya felt a little bolt of electricity shoot between them. She smiled. Chemistry.

**

In the queue to the club, Tanya was feeling her drinks suffuse her body. Both she and Ben were getting giggly. She stroked his arm at any opportunity and he kept checking out her tits, which Tanya could have sworn had doubled in size since last she looked. She couldn’t be sure – she was pretty drunk – but they looked massive to her, and she couldn’t see her feet very easily any more. Could she usually see her feet? She was too excited to think about it right now.

Her bra had been killing her at the bar, so she’d skipped off to the ladies and removed it – stupid thing, must’ve shrunk in the wash. She’d felt great as her twins had had enough room to spread out; her tight top kept them in check, so they didn’t sag. If anything, they looked even perkier than usual, pushing high and firm from her chest, creating a big old mound of cleavage. She had to get more of that make-up; it was really working for her.

Without the bra, Tanya noticed her tits bounced a lot more than usual, but she was a couple of drinks in by this stage, and didn’t let it bother her. She felt the large bumps on her chest, and was shocked by how much her nipples stuck out when she rubbed them. Ben was making her hornier than she thought. She’d wobbled back to the table, feeling amazing.

But in the queue to the club, they were becoming a bit of an obstruction. She turned at one point, and found them pressing into Ben’s chest. He must’ve snuck up on her, because they were bulging hard into his stomach, and that made her cleavage look unreal! He stepped back and apologised, and her tits went back to their normal shape, but a thought was starting to form in Tanya’s head, swimming through the drunk haze. Was she-

“Sorry, we’re full.” Came the voice of the massive bouncer at the door.

Tanya looked up at him. She was almost 6 foot but this guy towered over her. His eyes flicked down to her cleavage, ever so slightly. She smiled. Now she had him.

“Are you completely…full?” She asked, sidling up to him, pulling her v-neck down to reveal the full extent of her breasts. The make-up was really making them look big; it looked like she was bursting out of her clothes! She loved them.

She stood right under his eyeline, so he got a full look down her huge cleavage, and she saw him shuffle uncomfortably. At this point, Tanya could swear she felt a rip in her shirt, as the v-neck grew slightly bigger down the front of her shirt.

“You two, go in.” Was all he said.

Tanya smiled. She could get used to this.

**

In the club the music was deafening, lights flashing, and it smelt like piss and sugar and sweat. Tanya was thrilled. It was hard to tell in this light, but her tits looked even bigger. She tried to process this thought, but she was pretty drunk, and feeling more and more horny.

“Drink?” Ben motioned with his hands.

Leaning against the bar while Ben ordered two gin and tonics, Tanya blurrily looked at her phone. Why was she so far away from the bar? Were something in the way? The thought returned, more strongly this time, as she opened her photos, as saw the picture she sent Ben earlier.

She narrowed her eyes, looking at it with slightly out-of-focus vision. She looked down her top. She looked back at the phone.

And it all slammed into focus.

Her tits were bigger, now. Much bigger. For whatever reason, they didn’t just look bigger – they were bigger. In the picture on her phone that she’d sent Ben, they were a third of the size, now they were huge. That’s why she couldn’t lean on the bar properly – they were in the way! Tanya’s mind struggled into sober focus, as she looked down at her chest without beer goggles – and her tits really did look massive.

Her first thought was of two puppies packed in a bag, trying slowly to get out. As she looked down at her massive tits, which were something like a J-cup, and were busting out of her still-ripping v-neck, she was reminded of an old Benny Hill routine, where a busty lady would hold melons in front of her naked body to cover her tits. But in Tanya’s case, her breasts were the melons. They were colossal.

Tanya’s pulse quickened, as she felt a vibration in her chest, and felt another quiet rip as tits pushed forward into her top – they were still growing! Her v-neck was becoming a serious plunge top as her bust expanded further and further, bulging onto the bar as she stood there, quarter-inch by quarter-inch.

And what struck Tanya at this point, was how little she cared. She’d worry about her growing boobs tomorrow. For now, she was drunk, horny and very, very excited.

She pushed her way through the crowded bar, using her boobs as both stick and carrot, until she reached Ben. He was turning around, two drinks in his hand.

Tanya grabbed a glass and knocked it back in one. She belched loudly and felt the vibrations in her stomach as her tits expanded outwards even further, the stitching in her top bursting a little more. She placed the glass on the bar, threw her arms around Ben, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

As she felt the gin surge around her system, Tanya probed her tongue into Ben’s mouth, and felt her huge tits pressing into him. In return, she could feel his big hard cock pressing against her wet cunt, and the thought made her weak with arousal.

Pulling away from the embrace, she looked him square in the eyes.

“Let’s dance.”

**

On the dance floor, the true size of Tanya’s tits became apparent. The more she moved, the more they wobbled and jiggled, and their sheer width and weight sent them swinging, threatening to burst out of their tight prison.

Now that Tanya knew what was going on, she could really work it, and she delighted in all the attention she was receiving as her massive round watermelons bounced and shook as she cavorted around the dance floor.

Ben could barely keep up with her swelling bust, as she twirled him around and pulled him close, bulging her big tits up into massive mounds of cleavage. She was a whirling top of huge boobs and arousal.

During one particularly intense session, she leant forward in front of Ben, and her enormous swollen jugs, which were swooping down in about ten inches of cleavage, almost popped out of her groaning top.

Ben’s eyes widened and the next moment, Tanya found herself in the alley outside.

“What are we-”

“Would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes, I-”

“Oh thank god.”

With that, Ben kissed Tanya hard on the mouth, and bent her over against the alley wall. She leant against it with one hand, breathing hard, the other undoing the belt around her waist so she could get her jeans down and get Ben inside her.

As she did so, she almost fell over, so heavy was her bulging chest. She felt like she was carrying two incredibly full water balloons, and her top wasn’t going to hold them in much longer. As she bent over, her colossal udders swung down, massive and bulging, tearing away the feeble v-neck.

She braced herself against the alley wall with two hands, moaning and Ben’s big clock slid inside her tight wet cunt. God this felt good. And her tits were still growing.

Tensing one arm, she moved the other down to one massive sack of flesh, and found she had to stretch to grab hold of the nipple. This shot her body full of arousal, and as she began to play with it, and Ben’s thrusts grew more powerful, she felt herself approaching climax. So quickly!

She felt Ben’s dick harden and her breast grow into her hand, as she blew up bigger and bigger and bigger while Ben fucked her with his big dick. She was in indescribable ecstasy. How big was she going to get? The larger she grew, the harder Ben fucked, and the more her mind clouded over. She was already so large but she didn’t care how big she became. Right now, she felt invincible.

With that thought ricocheting around her head, her tits expanded to their full size, hanging down close to fifteen inches from her slender body, like two enormous beachballs, and she came, extraordinarily hard, clenching tightly around Ben’s cock as it erupted with cum.

They both stood there, leaning against the wall, panting, completely spent, and clumsily, shakily hi-fived.

“That was some really fucking good sex.” Breathed Tanya.

Ben nodded, not even bothering to pull up his pants. That could wait.

And Tanya felt a tingle, as slowly, deliciously, agonisingly slowly her breasts began to grow again.

Ben’s cock stiffened. Soon they’d both be ready for more.

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