Dinner For Two

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When Marissa touches a new item of clothing, she turns into its ideal owner. That’s all you need to know.

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“Honey, we’re gonna be late”! Called Brian, adjusting his suit jacket and checking the buttons on his white shirt. He checked himself out in the hallway mirror, and saw that everything was in place: fancy jeans, cool jacket, light brown shoes, aftershave – the epitome of smart casual. Pleasing.

He looked at his watch – they needed to leave 5 minutes ago, the traffic was gonna be crazy, it was a Friday night, their reservation was not one to be late to-

“Darling, I love you, but if we miss this booking you’re dead to me.” He called up. He was almost 100% joking. Almost.

“Coming!” Came the response.

Upstairs, Marissa was desperately trying to decide what shoes to wear. She smoothed down her knee-length, figure-hugging red dress, which curved around her glorious, shapely butt, and adjusted the push-up bra that made the most of her modest chest. She couldn’t deny it; she looked fabulous, but she wanted everything to be perfect for their big night out. Everything had been so hectic for the both of them lately, she just wanted to make sure it went well. That was all.

Going through her rack of “used” shoes, shoes that wouldn’t trigger a transformation, Marissa tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her ears, blinked her crystal blue eyes, and rifled through her collection, muttering out loud.

“Too casual, too slutty, too – ah, perfect!”

“Darling, we need to go!” The call came again from downstairs.

“I know love, I’m nearly ready! Jeez.” She said the last bit to herself, strapping on a pair of beautiful sandy-coloured high heels which topped off the outfit a treat. They were a bit tall, and hard to walk on, but other than that – perfect.

Marissa checked the outfit in the mirror one last time, pushed her boobs up a little more, looked at her rear for confirmation that it was bangin’, and-

“Marissa!”

“Oh for god’s sake.” She muttered, grabbing her bag and making a bee-line for the door. She lifted her arms to avoid the piles of clothes, not sure if they were “unused” or not, and made to exit to the corridor.

At that point, one of her tall heels, a little hard to walk on at the best of times, gave way, and Marissa staggered to the right, leaning against the cupboard by the door. A pink sleeve slipped down from the top of the cabinet, and brushed against Marissa’s shoulder. Marissa brushed it off, and made her way out of the door. If she’d turned around, she would have seen a huge, but taut, PVC pink top with a large hole where a very, very generous chest should go. But Marissa didn’t see any of that.

Hopping down the stairs, her small breasts bouncing in their push-up bra, Marissa practically ran across the hall, kissed Brian on the cheek, grabbed the house keys and skipped out the door.

Following her out to the car, Brian marvelled, as he usually did, at his wife’s ass. It was just tremendous, large, tight and shapely, crammed into a gorgeously figure-hugging dress, and it turned him on as much as the day they’d met. Marissa turned as she reached the car, and beamed at Brian.

“Sorry for the delay, my love.”

Brian couldn’t help but smile back. “Don’t mention it, darling. You look incredible.”

She smiled back, shyly, chuffed by her husband’s compliment. She tucked dirty blonde hair behind her ear, and adjusted her bra, which was feeling a little tight, but made her breasts look great.

“New bra?” Brian asked, noting how perky his wife’s chest looked.

“It’s not a changer, don’t worry.” Marissa said, reassuring her husband. “I’m all me tonight.”

“Well all you looks even more fabulous than usual.” Brian smiled. He meant it. His wife looked amazing, her breasts slightly bigger than usual, packed into a red dress to die for.

Brian opened the car door for his wife.

“Shall we?”

***

The car pulled out of the driveway, and Brian noted for the first time how much Marissa’s chest appeared to be jiggling with each bump. It looked great, her tits bulging out a good two inches from her chest, creating a little river of cleavage that Brian couldn’t wait to get lost in.

“So remind me B, where are we going tonight?” Marissa was twirling her hair, which draped a little below her shoulders, around one finger, which wasn’t something Brian was used to.

“Carluccio’s, then the theatre. That new production of Waiting for Godot.”

Marissa frowned for the briefest of seconds, adjusted her bra, which Brian really felt was starting to look a little tight, and then her face cleared: “Great. Love that play!”

Brian smiled back, turning onto the highway. He thought Marissa was going through one of her changes for a moment. But she seemed fine, if a little…swollen.

His eyes kept flicking back to Marissa’s chest, which really did seem to Brian – an expert on these matters, after years of marriage to someone with Marissa’s…ability – to be bigger. Marissa’s seatbelt, formerly resting over her large a-cup, small b-cup boobs, was cutting a fairly clear line over one seemingly slightly swollen orb, and lifting the other up, digging through her unusually generous cleavage.

“You sure you’re alright, honey?” Brian queried, starting to suspect a change might be on its way.

“Like, of course.” She responded. Wait – was she chewing gum? She never chewed gum. Something was definitely up.

Brian risked another look at his wife, and saw her tight red dress was tighter still, riding up from just on her knees, to revealing most of them. She also seemed a little higher in her seat. Was she…bigger? Brian couldn’t see very well from where he was, but her ass looked a little wider, and her dress was definitely tighter than before. Brian found himself getting aroused, but tried to keep his mind on the road.

Chewing gum more loudly, Marissa leant forward to turn on the radio, and Brian felt a swollen nipple brush against his hand, on the gearstick. Looking over, she was definitely bigger, her breasts now bulging out of the top of her red dress, poking out around four inches in front of her, causing problems for both the dress and the seatbelt, which wasn’t used to such an impediment.

Beethoven’s 9th came on the stereo, from the classical station that had been on last. Marissa frowned, leaning over to switch it, her swelling bust – and it was definitely swelling, Brian was sure of it – pressing more on Brian’s hand this time. Avril Lavigne came on the radio, and he flicked his eyes over to his wife, to see her growing bigger and bigger in front of him.

“Rissi’s hungry.” The dirty blonde bombshell to Brian’s right complained, mock-petulantly, playing on her phone with one hand and rubbing her incredibly flat stomach, which Brian knew she wasn’t able to see from where she was sitting. This was due to the two large, six-inch protrusions that were obscuring anything below them, bar her gorgeous, long legs, that were becoming more and more visible as her dress rode up to compensate for those two inflating balloons on her chest. “How big were they going to get?” Brian wondered with growing fascination and arousal.

Brian knew who he was dealing with now. He’d seen his wife become version of “Rissi” before, and she usually ended up being super-busty, super-dumb, and super-hot. Marissa usually chose someone like this to de-stress from a really tough week, so maybe that what the case this time, but Brian had heard her say she was ‘all her’ tonight, so perhaps it was an accident?

If so, it was a happy one, and Brian knew better than to try and fight these changes – Marissa was still in there, as the crystal blue eyes always showed him, and really, this was just another side of her. A very large side, Brian noted, as Rissi shifted her phone upwards, as her swelling, growing bust bulged into her hand, which had previously been safe from her expanding bulk.

Trying not to take his eyes off the road, Brian watched as Rissi’s chest blew up and up, swelling bigger and bigger with every passing second. “Just what item did Marissa touch?”, Brian thought. He couldn’t think of an item that would have her this big, unless it was a surprise he hadn’t seen yet. He smiled at the thought of how huge his wife would get, as there was already about seven inches of bust bulging straight out in front of her, and she was only getting bigger.

“Like, I’m bored.” Rissi said, flicking the radio over. A One Direction track came on, and she recommenced chewing her gum with added vigour, dancing in her seat to the music, causing her huge, still-growing bust to jiggle and wobble, packed into a really straining dress, as the struggling seatbelt cut a massive swathe through her bulging figure, almost pulling one boob out of the red dress.

“Where are we going tonight?” Rissi asked, absentmindedly, adjusting one of her humongous breasts as it swelled bigger and bigger, apparently without her knowledge. “Like, my tits are so sensitive, but they seem smaller than like, usual. Y’know?”

Rissi pressed her glorious chest together, practically tearing the red dress to shreds as it struggled to keep her swelling bulk contained. Rissi had a good ten inches of cleavage, and Brian was almost uncontrollably aroused by the whole thing. ‘Smaller’?! Had she said ‘smaller’? Brian found himself even more turned out by the thought that she hadn’t finished growing.

“They look great to me, um, Rissi. Really big.”

Rissi’s vacant face broke into a smile of joy and innocence, which was soon replaced with a very suggestive and dirty look. She pulled a lollypop from her bag, unwrapped it, and began to suck on it. “Just for that, I’m going to get another boob job. I want to be bigger.”

As her big red lips wrapped around the candy, she seemed apparently unaware that her bust was growing bigger by the second, the seams on her now incredibly tight red dress starting to give way; it hadn’t been designed for someone so massive. Brian hoped her clothes would refit to her new figure soon, but as that meant the growth would have stopped, he also wanted it to hold off as long as possible.

The dress was riding up to about mid-thigh now, as more and more of it was needed to cover her titanic bust, which must have been around ten inches straight out now. Brian couldn’t believe how large, round and pert they were – sticking straight out, as the seatbelt struggled to make its way across her massive form. She adjusted it grumpily, as her bust bulged bigger and bigger. She had no idea how huge she was. And she was still getting bigger.

“Like, I’m bored, and I’m frisky. Frisky Rissi.” Rissi was twirling her hair around her finger again, sucking a lollypop with the other, and as she turned to Brian, he could see her tits were swelling even bigger, bulging out of the top of the dress, the meagre push-up bra having burst off ages ago.

“What did you, um…have in mind?” Asked Brian, feeling very conscious of the huge bulge in his trousers.

Rissi’s eyes flicked down, and she eyed her husband’s cock, hungrily.

Crunching down on the candy, she slipped the stick out of her mouth, rubbed it once through her humongous, growing cleavage, without noticing her huge boobs swallow it up, felt in mid air for a second, still chewing, couldn’t find it, shrugged, then swallowed the candy, licking her big, red lips.

Brian tried his best to concentrate on his driving as his balloon-breasted, super-model wife slowly unzipped his pants, and pulled out his large member. With agonising slowness, she gently eased her mouth around it, he felt pleasure like he’d never known as she sucked on his cock like a stone-cold pro. Rissi really knew what she was doing. He could hear her dress still ripping as she moved up and down over his dick, and knew that she was still growing, a thought which turned him on even more.

She moved up and down, faster and faster, and Brian could feel himself getting closer and closer, when suddenly – she pulled off, licking her lips and cupping her chin, pre-cum dripping from it.

“I can’t fit.” She laughed, gesturing to her truly massive chest, which had grown a couple inches so that each tit was comfortably bigger that Rissi’s head. “Like, there wasn’t enough room or whatever. Felt like I was tit-fucking the gearstick.” She grinned, naughtily.

That gave Brian an idea. Turning off the road, they pulled over at a quiet spot, Brian desperately trying not to crash as Rissi’s humungous chest began to burst out of her red dress. She evidently still hadn’t finished growing.

“Get out of the car.” Brian commanded, as Rissi stepped out, the numerous tears in her ridiculously tight dress abundantly clear. She was over 6’4, tottering on newly acquired glass heels, and looked incredible.

Brian shifted the front seats down, and sat on the back row, calling Rissi back in. As she leant in, the sheer size of her tremendous, swinging udders almost caused Brian to blackout with arousal. He knew what he was about to do.

“Take a deep breath.” He ordered.

Rissi loved taking orders, so took the biggest breath she could. This, combined with her already incredibly huge boobs, ripped open the front of the dress, allowing her thirteen-inch bust to wobble free. They were pert, round and enormous, with huge, bullet-like nipples.

“Now, kneel down.”

Rissi kneeled onto the floor, the rest of her dress just about holding together, and placed Brian’s large, erect cock, between her titanic bust. Brian couldn’t believe how good it felt, how incredible firm and huge they were, as Rissi began to slowly tit fuck him with her massive boobs.

Brian was getting more and more turned on, and closer to arousal, when suddenly, he realised they were still growing. Swelling, bulging, inching forwards, Rissi’s already ridiculously huge boobs were getting bigger still. With every thrust of his hard cock between them, they swelled a little bigger, pressing a little closer together, dwarfing even Brian’s big cock between in their tremendous cleavage. Brian knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Mmmm, you feel so good between my massive jugs.” Rissi cooed, reaching under her massive tits to grab Brian’s balls, kneading them as she went. “I just wish I was, like huge.”

Her wish was granted, as Rissi’s breasts ballooned bigger and bigger and bigger, until Brian could barely see his dick placed between their swelling bulk.

Then, Rissi leant in to kiss him, hard on the mouth, as she squeezed his balls, and Brian came, long and hard, all over Rissi’s enormous tits and even a little on her chin. She drew a finger seductively over the cum, and licked it off.

“Mmmm, that was great.” She purred. “Let’s do that again sometime.”

Brian lay there, staring at this incredibly busty goddess, who seemed to have just about finished growing, and could only nod.

“Yes. Let’s do that.”

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