Raise Your Profile

Monica sat in the conference, bored off her tits. She’d come to get some business advice, but the various white-teethed men prancing about the stage promising business growth weren’t giving her anything tangible, just vagaries designed to get you to buy their longer, more expensive programmes. It was bollocks, and she wasn’t having any of it.

She shifted in her seat, uncomfortably, as the next speaker strolled onstage. Her short, thin body ached from sitting in the same place for too long. She looked around, noting everyone’s chest was bigger than hers. Standard; she was not a large breasted girl.

“…going to give one person in the room a chance for massive growth!” said the cunt onstage, grinning from ear to ear. “I want you to all look under your seats – if you’re the one, you’ll know!”

Everyone – who was weirdly into this whole thing, thought Monica – hurriedly and excitedly shifted around under their seats. Monica had already looked under hers when she’d put her bag down and found a cheap plastic token, with the conference’s logo on, taped under there. She assumed this was what the speaker meant, but was too bored by the whole thing to mention it. She also got a kick out of watching everyone else lose their shit over this transparent nonsense. She put it in her jeans pocket, smoothing out her white tank top.

As the speaker droned on, she decided to see if anyone else felt like she did. Tapping the arm of lady to her left, a large-breasted brunette who was staring rapt at the stage, Monica felt a small tingle in her chest. The lady brushed her away, leaning forwards, mouth practically agape, her big breasts hanging down. As a parting gift, Monica poked her, and felt another tingle. Weird.

She pulled at her bra, which was feeling a little tight. “That’s all I need”, she thought. “More discomfort”. Her breasts felt a bit swollen, probably because the room was so warm. “I’ll bet to make all these ladies take off their clothes”, thought Monica, with a dirty look at the speaker. Indeed, there really were a lot of ladies here. The few men there were couldn’t believe their luck.

She noticed the speaker was suddenly staring directly at her.

“Although we don’t know who the lucky winner is, we know that whoever it is, will really be able to raise their profile”, he said – it seemed – directly to Monica. She looked over her shoulder, but the ladies there were staring onstage. A cute guy caught her eye, and she smiled back, rolling her eyes. He did the same. She settled back in her seat, pleased with the flirting. “At least something good’ll come of this”, she thought.

The talk droned on, and Monica suddenly felt a real tightness in her chest. She looked down – and her breasts poked out in front of her! She had about two inches of tit curving out into her tank top. What. The. Fuck. She pulled her arm away from the armrest, where it was resting against the busty lady to her side, and cautiously felt them. Her tits were so…firm. “That explains the tightness in my bra”, she thought, noting with a quick peek that her swollen breasts were bulging madly against the small cups, the straps digging into her back. She worried for a moment about taking it off, but realised everyone was looking at the stage; she’d be fine.

She unclipped her bra and slipped it into her bag. She marvelled at how pert her tits were – this was great! She wondered what was causing it, and how much bigger she could get. She stretched her arms, yawning, pushing her chest forwards and looking down out of the corner of her eye – they looked excellent. On the way down, she accidentally caught the lady on her right with her arm.

“I am so sorry!” she said instantly, holding the lady on her arm to reassure her. The lady didn’t move her stare from the stage. Monica rested her hand on the lady’s arm, almost in awe of her focus. She looked the lady in the face, stunned at her lack of response. As she did so, she noticed a strange thing – the lady’s black dress, which was tightly fitted to her busty figure was kind of…deflating. She could see the lady’s chest going down with each exhale, and not coming back up. Suddenly she realised the tightness in her chest was back – stronger this time. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her own chest begin to swell forwards, as if in response to the lady’s shrinking. Her white top bulged forwards one inch…two inches…three, swelling and adapting to contain her…growing breasts! What the fuck! Before she could stop, the lady in black’s dress emptied out, leaving her completely flat, and Monica with two large, very firm, five inch-protruding melons on her chest. They were so sensitive!

Monica sat back, and noticed how they quivered on her chest, so pert and large. She wasn’t a tall girl, and the large mounds sticking out of her form looked all the bigger for her short frame. She looked incredible. She pulled her top up to cover at least some of the massively increased cleavage, and noticed a little of her belly was now on display – most of her top was taken up covering up her big tits! She found this made her really horny. She also had an idea.

Slowly, she moved her arm on the armrest until it touched against the busty lady to her left. “She’s got some to spare”, thought Monica. As soon as their arms made contact, the tingling returned, and she saw the lady’s chest start to slowly disappear. She was wearing a tight red dress, and really did have very big boobs. “Not on my watch”, thought Monica. As the lady’s dress slowly became less and less full, Monica could feel her already large tits swelling much further. Her white top stretched and pulled, revealing more and more inches of tit as her breasts bulged bigger and wider. They pushed, and swelled and expanded forwards, gaining an inch for every one that the lady of the left lost. It was a very pleasurable experience, and before too long, Monica was lost in it, finding her hand slowly moving down towards her jeans, resting on her cunt. She snapped out of it, jolting in her chair, a movement that sent her new bust, which now stuck out eight inches in front of her, wobbling madly. Her tits were comfortably massive now, so round and firm and huge atop her tiny frame. She leant back in her chair, feeling them rest of her chest, jiggling slightly. She wanted to experiment.

Still leaning back, she reached her hand behind her, and found what she was looking for – bare skin on an ankle. She quickly looked over, and found she had hit the jackpot. The who ladies behind here was also fabulous busty, and could do to lose a few inches. Monica knew she was going to take it all, but it was a comforting thought nonetheless. Sitting back on her chair, looking at the huge, eight inch mounds on her chest, she grabbed an ankle.

Instantly, her breasts started to swell. Her top was already very tight – it just wasn’t built for such huge, wobbling breasts. Her huge breasts were packed in, and there was about seven inches of cleavage on display. She wanted a front row seat. As her tits grew, they pressed together, creating a really tight line of cleavage that bulged upwards, and spread outwards as her breasts expanded, slowly but firmly. She could feel the weight on her chest, and loved how it felt. Her white tank top began to really feel the burn, and was stretching and groaning at having to try and contain the swollen tits beneath. She watched, amazed, as her already large tits grew bigger, swelling and stretching and bulging her top to new levels of tightness. She could feel cool air on her belly button, knowing her top had pulled above her midriff, but – in a thought that made her incredibly wet – she realised she couldn’t see it at this angle; her titanic breasts took up the whole view.

Monica decided she was nearly big enough (“For the time being – I’d like to get massive”, she found herself thinking), so moved onto the next ankle. The tingling was a little different this time. Lying back on her seat, she suddenly found she could see the stage a little better. The lady in front of her had been getting in the way the whole time, until she realised she didn’t give a shit about what was on stage. Now, however, she seemed a lot lower down. Monica looked down, and noted with slight disappointment that her enormous breasts had stopped growing – at a mere ten inches, straight in front of her, huge, round and wobbling – so what was going on?

She felt her jeans tighten, along with her shoes, and the lady in front got a couple of inches lower. It clicked. “I’m…growing!”, she realised, with a start. She looked around, and saw the cute guy smiling at her. She let go of his ankle, mortified.

“It’s ok, I was always a bit tall anyway”

“I am so sorry”, she whispered.

“Think of it as payment for the view”, he said, gesturing to her enormous, swollen breasts, jutting out in front of her.

“I honestly can’t say I blame you”, she responded. “They are so fuckin’ firm and swollen”.

Monica tried to turn to engage the guy properly, but found turning in her chair impossible, as her gigantic tits pressed into the back of the seat straight away. She eventually managed to press them in, the cleavage bulging up hugely while they talked.

“Listen”, Monica said. “You’re cute, I’m practically a goddess, and this whole weird thing is making me crazy horny. Please for the love of god let’s fuck.”

Cute guy paused for a second, raising her eyebrow.

“Ah, alright then. This is pretty boring. Bathroom?”

Monica smiled. She really was very pretty. She was also practically dripping. Heaving her huge tits out of her chair, she wobbled upright, stunned to find she’d grown about four inches. Her shoes were in tatters on the floor, and her frame was positively Amazonian. Her jeans were really right around her swollen ass, and her tits…they were just tremendous. She caressed them gently, impressed at just how firm and upright they were, despite their massive size.

She heard a few “tuts” and “tsks” from the audience, as several desperate people clamoured to see the stage. Monica decided to make an exit.

She wobbled down the aisle, touching people on the shoulder as she did as a kind of “apology”. To onlookers, had they been looking, they would have seen this six ft, tremendously busty girl walk the 30 seats to the aisle, actively growing almost a foot in the process, her chest bulging forwards at least another four inches. To Monica, it was heaven. There were lots of guys in either this row, or the rows either side, and she would use her growing arms to tap them on the shoulder or arm, adding a few cm to herself every time. She felt her jeans tighten as her ass grew, swelling forwards, tightening them at the top of her legs. They also became ¾ length trousers as her legs grew longer with each step.

At one point, she tripped over a badly placed bag, and was stunned to discover she stretched across four people, her humongous tits smothering the guy she fell on, spreading out beneath her with the weight of her body. She grew fiercely at that point, taking from all four. Luckily three of them were women, so her still-growing bust surged hugely at that point, all but lifting her off them like a car jack. By this point, her white tank top had become a white sports bra, barely containing her humongous, swelling, bouncing tits as they grew within. Her jeans were almost beyond skintight, and the growth in her body and ass had pulled them to bursting point. By the time she got to the aisle, she was towering above everyone else, at almost seven ft. She bowed her head slightly to get through the doors, leaving that theatre behind, but feeling very glad she came.

She met cute guy outside.

“Christ, you look huge!”

“Thanks”, she blushed, still growing and swelling ever so slightly.

Cute guy was luckily still about 6’4, so sex wouldn’t be impossible. Monica did find in certain positions her breasts obscured most of him though, she she carefully kept him to the side. They walked through the lobby, turning heads at all angles. Monica occasionally reached out and pumped up her chest a couple of centimetres further, just because she could.

“Are they big enough yet?” asked the guy.

“For now”, she responded. They were so big and swollen that she thought they were going to burst. She was horny beyond belief.

They got the toilets, and snuck into the women’s, cute guy going first, Monica squeezing herself in afterwards. She found she had to push her breasts together to fit through the door, because they were just so wide. She was so fucking horny.

Cute guy disappeared into the stall, and Monica towered in after him. She tried to squeeze round him, but there was absolutely no way she could even turn around in this cubicle – her tits were just too huge. She backed out, he left, and she reversed in, sitting on the toilet. Sitting back down was too much for her jeans – she’s grown a bit in the lobby, and their stitching was very loose – she burst out of them, frantically tearing off the remainder.

“Best get that cock out”, she suggested, in no uncertain terms, to the guy. He produced it, and luckily it was huge. At this point, Monica noticed a foot in the stall next to her. It was in sandals. Nudging her huge foot across a little, she made skin contact, and felt tingling in her already massive chest. Whilst cute guy produced his cock, her breasts swelled, stolen from the invisible person in the next cubicle. Monica kept waiting for the growth to stop – her top really couldn’t take much more – but they just kept going. She couldn’t believe how busty the person next to her was, but as cute guy slid his dick inside her, her breasts expanded hugely through the remains of her tank top, and burst forth, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest.

She was ludicrously wet and turned on, but cute guy was forced to push between her still-growing tits to have any chance of reaching her cunt with his big dick. She could already feel herself growing as he thrust himself inside her. The toilet cistern was cracking and breaking as her expanding bulk, both growing bigger and bustier swelled and bulged on the seat. She could feel herself begin to come when her head bumped against the ceiling – this demonstration of how tall she was send her into a frenzy, and as her breasts swelled forwards and cute guy came inside her massive, yet tight cunt, she realised she could barely fit in the cubicle anymore, and experienced a shuddering climax.

Cute guy lay back on the floor in what little room was left, about 6 ft now.

Monica towered over him, completely naked apart from scraps of clothing, on a broken toilet, panting, cum dripping down her legs.

She looked towards the toilet exit, longing in her eyes.

“We’ve gotta get you one of those tokens”

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