Rising Dough

The following story is a commission for BosomFerret from r/BreastExpansion, based on his original idea. (Concept posted at the end).

Jenny was starving. Her stomach rumbled as she looked around the bakery. So much on offer – french bread, chocolate croissants, doughnuts with sprinkles, quiches, cheesecakes…the list went on. She was drooling looking at it. She’d eaten only a few hours ago, but she just got so hungry these days. Sure, she’d had a bit of a rough break-up, but starving yourself wasn’t the way to go, right? Plus, she’d always felt a bit thin. She wanted to be bigger.

Looking around to check Paul wasn’t anywhere near, she grabbed a slice of cake, and took a large bite. Amazing. It tasted so smooth, and incredible, though Jenny knew how fattening these things were. She couldn’t help it though – as soon as she’d had a taste, she had to have more. Jenny was very slim, and medium height, so it wouldn’t show so much. She wore her white baker’s uniform most of the day, which was fairly loose fitting – she secretly wanted to fill it out a lot more.

She polished off the cake in seconds. “Just one more ought to do it”, Jenny thought, grabbing a massive doughnut. She slid it into her mouth, and demolished it in a couple of bites. She could feel a warm glow in her stomach, but wanted to eat more. She always wanted more. She was reached for her third-

“What are you doing?”

Paul stood in the doorway, arms folded.

Jenny stood there looking guilty, her stomach a little protruded, chocolate around her mouth. She tried to suppress a burp, but it slipped out.

“Hungry?”, she offered.

Paul smiled, despite himself. He really liked this girl, and Jenny knew it.

“If I make you something special that’ll really fill you up, will you please stop eating my produce?”

“Maybe”, Jenny teased. She really was still hungry. But she kind of liked Paul. And his cakes were amazing.

“Alright, it’ll take a week. I’ll have it ready Monday morning. Don’t eat it before then.”

“Oh, I won’t”, Jenny smiled.

***

The next day, Jenny toiled away in the bakery, but she just couldn’t stop eating. Whenever Paul wasn’t looking, she shoved bread, cakes and sometimes dough into her mouth. She could actively feel herself putting on weight, but she didn’t care. Every morning her black and white checked baker’s trousers were a little bit tighter. The thought excited her, as her belly inched slowly outwards. Sadly, the eating wasn’t going to her breasts as much as she’d hoped. By Friday night, she was filling her a-cup bra, where formerly it’d been a little loose. She’d need a new baking uniform soon, though. The thought thrilled her.

At the end of a long shift on Friday night, Jenny suddenly noticed she was alone. The last few customers had left, and Paul was nowhere to be seen. She took this opportunity to eat everything perishable, which she knew wouldn’t last. She put away half a dozen doughnuts and a good few beef pastries. God that felt good. She let out a large burp, and looked around. “Just one more ought to do it”, she thought, patting her slightly swollen belly.

She walked into the back room, and saw, for the first time, what Paul had been working on all week. It was what looked like a small ball of dough, but golden and glowing, with all sorts of fancy designs on it. It was about the size of a basketball. It smelled delicious. “This ought to hit the spot”, though Jenny, starting to drool.

She grabbed a handful – it came off very easily, and was very soft, and – shoved it in her mouth. It was gorgeous. Soft, melty and utterly tasty. She grabbed another handful. And another. Before long, half the ball was gone. Suddenly, she realised what day it was. “Paul said not until Monday! Oops.” She suddenly let out a massive burp. Her stomach felt…full! This was new. Her trousers also felt a little tight. Must’ve been all that eating.

She went to leave, and felt a tightness in her chest. Her baker’s jacket felt a little constrictive, all of a sudden. She reached under, and felt for her black tank top. Her hand rested upon one, then two mounds on her chest that shouldn’t be there. Her…boobs? This couldn’t be right. She unbuttoned her baker’s jacket to look down – her breasts were jutting out a full two inches in front of her…what the hell? She noted her stomach looked a little full, but that was to be expected – why the hell were her breasts bigger? As she looked, she caught her breath as her tits swelled forward, pushing against the fabric of her tank top. It was pushing forwards, stretching, and her tits now surged out three inches from her chest. They were growing so fast.

She suddenly felt hungry again, and that thought eclipsed all else. She undid the drawstring on her trousers, which were getting quite tight now, and stepped to the dough.

“What are you doing?!”

It was Paul.

Jenny turned around, her breasts bulging and wobbling forwards.

“I’m hungry, Paul!”

“This isn’t ready yet – my god, you’ve eaten half of it. This – this was supposed to be three times the size – it hasn’t risen yet.”

“That’s fine – it tasted great.” Jenny smiled, wiping her mouth, her breasts stretching out against her now tight top. She became dimly aware of her ass getting bigger. But mainly, she was hungry.

“Um, you really need to stop eating”, urged Paul. “That stuff wasn’t ready. It could have…side effects.”

“I don’t know what you mean”, said Jenny, her noticeably swelling bust jutting forward a good five inches from her chest. All she could think about was how hungry she was. She heard a slight rip as her ass expanded against her trousers. She was becoming quite large.

Paul marvelled at how curvy she was becoming. He hadn’t planned for any of this, but her swelling form aroused him almost to a frenzy. He tried to keep control of himself, as Jenny wobbled past, her slightly chunkier legs bulging out of her tight trousers.

Jenny was back in the main store.

“Got anything to eat?”

“I really don’t think you should-”

“Shut up and feed me”

Paul shrugged, and produced a large chocolate cake.

Jenny’s eyes lit up, and jumped for joy, causing her growing tits to jiggle in the air. Her bra had snapped long ago. Paul realised with some excitement that it would now be impossible for her to do up her baker’s top – her seven inches of large breast would simply not have permitted it. Her black tank top was very strained at the top, struggling to contain her burgeoning bust. It had been drawn up from her waist to cope with the swelling in her chest, revealing a wobbling gut that hadn’t been there before. Like the dough, Jenny was rising.

Jenny had no idea though – she was just hungry. She grabbed the first slice of chocolate cake, and swallowed it almost in one. She dimly hoped it went to her breasts, which were swelling further and further into her eyeline, but the main thing was that she ate. Her tits were bulging bigger and bigger with every slice of cake – the dough appeared to be accentuating the effect of anything she ate.

Paul watched as Jenny swelled, bulged and grew in front of him. She was blowing up. Her breasts, huge round and firm, had swollen to about nine inches straight out in front of her, and were wobbling and growing further with every passing moment. Eating the cake only accelerated this. Her belly was pushing out slowly, and a couple of rolls were developing in the absence of her top, which had been pulled up north to deal with the huge tits that were ever-swelling up there. The chair she was on was beginning to creak.

Paul stared, marvelled, as Jenny finished off the first half of the large cake. Licking her fingers, she paused for a moment, burped, and swelled outwards. Her trousers began to give, big sections of her large legs visible as the stitching gave out. Her arms at the end of the baker’s outfit were noticeably bigger – not hugely fat, just a bit jiggly.

“After this cake, want to fuck?”, suggested Jenny.

“Huh?”, replied Paul, struggling to keep up with everything that was going on.

“After I’ve eaten the rest of this cake, would you like to have sex?”, clarified Jenny. “I’m getting really horny.”

Paul thought for a second. “Yes. Yes I would.”

“Good”, said Jenny, returning to her cake. She grabbed another large slice and gobbled it down, her huge tits jiggling and growing as she did so. She absent-mindedly tried to pull her top down, but it was serving as more of a bra to her colossal breasts, which now surged out ten inches in front of her. Her belly wobbled beneath, significantly larger too, and her trousers had almost completely ripped.

Jenny went to grab the final slice of cake, noting vaguely that one of her huge breasts was now resting on the table. She stuffed the last, large slice into her mouth, and let out a huge belch, which sent her titanic breasts and sizeable stomach wobbling. She leant back on the chair, which promptly broke, sending her crashing to the floor.

Lying there, she became aware of how large she’d become. Her huge ass cushioned most of the fall, but her massive tits wobbled above her, still very perky. Paul leaned over to give her a hand. As he lifted her up, he couldn’t believe how heavy she was. It took all of his strength to get her up. She was huge. As she got up, her trousers gave up the ghost completely, tearing off to reveal her underwear, which was practically a thong, as her huge ass had swallowed up most of it.

“Other room”, she said, simply. She wobbled her way through, noting how her big thighs rubbed together as she walked, and her massive tits wobbled and bounced, straining out of her tight top. She could barely fit her huge form through the door. She felt her wide ass and breasts rub against the side of the door frame.

Paul followed Jenny into the back room, where the second half of the dough lay. Without warning, Jenny took one more handful, shoved it in her mouth, and swallowed.

“What are you doing?!”

“What? I just wanted one more bite.”

“I can’t believe you’re still hungry.”

“I can’t believe you’re still clothed.”

Paul thought this a fair point, and started to get undressed. As he did, he saw Jenny start to swell and bulge once more. Her underwear disappeared under a little fold of flab, but the main growth was in her breasts, which swelled and bulged against the tight fabric of her former tank top.

Paul stripped naked, and got his dick out. He had a massive erection. Suddenly, he had an amazing idea. Grabbing some chocolate sauce, she covered his cock in it.

“Lie down”, he commanded.

Still growing and jiggling, Jenny obeyed, slowly hefting her huge form down onto the ground, her expanding tits swaying massively.

“Put me in your mouth”, Paul said, straddling her. Jenny smiled, drooling a little, as her top slowly burst open, finally giving up trying to contain her continued growth. It fell to her shoulders, her titanic breasts swinging free. They were tremendous.

Paul eased his big dick between her massive tits, and slowly started tit-fucking her. He shifted forwards, sitting on her growing stomach, so his dick could reach her mouth. Slowly, Paul tit-fucked Jenny, shoving his big dick in her mouth at the end of every thrust. She sucked his cock, getting all the chocolate sauce off, which he replenished whenever it ran dry. Her huge tits felt amazing rubbing his cock, as did her sensitive, probing tongue. More excitingly, with every thrust, he could feel her tits getting bigger, closing in around his dick. The chocolate sauce was also making her stomach and ass bigger, pushing his dick further into Jenny’s mouth.

Jenny was playing with herself while sucking on Paul’s chocolate popsicle, and it really didn’t take long. The pleasure for both of them built and built, and Jenny swelled, bulged, and grew, and before long Paul couldn’t contain himself, as he came hugely in Jenny’s mouth. She greedily swallowed down the cum with a mixture of chocolate sauce, and the increased swelling and growth in her tits, which were now about fourteen inches straight off her chest, caused her to cum hugely as well, her massive body jiggling and shaking and she swelled and bulged and came.

They both lay side by side in the chocolate soaked floor, holding hands.

“Nice buns”, said Jenny.

Neither could help but laugh. Jenny looked up at the remaining dough.

Her stomach rumbled.

Jenny was hungry.

—

Original idea:

“He is baking something for her (something he intends to use to make her breasts expand? Just by making her gain weight or by magic?) but she eats it early and it ‘rises’ in her stomach causing the breast expansion/weight gain effects to be much more powerful, catching them both by surprise.

The main thing is that I want her to be very greedy/hungry often, I want her to have an interest in gaining both weight and boobs (mainly boobs, but obviously curves elsewhere) but not to fully comprehend how much she’s gaining, that scaring her at first then exciting her. I want her main flaw to that she just wants ‘only a little more’, and doesn’t know when to stop and say no to food/breast expansion.“

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