The Glam Collection [breast expansion]

Enhancement Island

An easy thing to start with was that Cora was tired. She was the oldest among her friends and felt as worn as a wheel. On their romp to the island chalet one weekend, and when Rachel had gone off with Rissy and Hansa for a game of pool, she fell asleep by the one in the yard.

She'd gone in for a dip in her underwear, having forgotten to pack a swimsuit. What was the use? She didn't have one— her time at school never allowed for it. She went in and out, and spent a joyful afternoon soaking up the sun on a deck chair, asleep, her hands on the underwire of her simple white bra, housing humble B-cups.

And then they jolted.

Cora awoke. Rachel had tapped her shoulder. No, Rissy had shaken her and ran. Nothing. But now she came face-to-face with her boobs, which had somehow swelled into great D-cup domes. Her bra dug thinly into her skin.

Oh, she thought. And then ouch. She held them in her hands. They were wonderfully firm. Her little white bra strained against them just barely, something filling it out at last.

But the wetness was now getting to her.

-

"What do you mean, you just slept?" A peanut-chomping Rachel said indignantly.

"I just slept," Cora repeated. "And then they just—" a soft, strapless beige bra caught her eye. She took its hanger off the rack. "Does this look granny-ish?"

"You're granny-ish," Rachel admonished. "You just slept and then your boobs just—" Rachel made a popping noise. "God, you're so lucky!"

"No, because nothing I brought fits me now!" Cora whined. "And do they even allow food in this store?"

Rachel shrugged. With one hand she scooped another salty one into her mouth and fingered a hot pink sheer bra on the display with her other.

"I think I'll just take these," Cora swallowed, taking three of the same beige ones.

-

"What."

"Rissy," Rachel said in a hush. "Where are you?"

"The fucking beach market," came the voice over the phone. "Hansa and I are getting smoothies— ah fuck, you want one?"

"Make mine banana," Rachel nodded. "And by the way, something's up with Cora. Her tits are swelling."

A pause over the phone.

"Rissy, you there?"

"Oh I'm sorry," Rissy said sarcastically. "I could've sworn you said Cora's tits were swell—"

A shout broke the quiet in the chalet.

"Just get over here!" Rachel hung up and dashed to Cora's room. She was there alright, in one piece, with two unmistakably expanding breasts filling out her tank top.

"Oh my god."

"Stop gawping at me, Rachel!" Cora yelled, boobs spilling out her hands. "Help me!"

"Help you how?? What did you do??"

"Nothing! They just grew!"

Rachel stared at the pure volleyballs Cora now had for a chest, mouth failing her. She would be jealous, but Cora was such a looker. Damn.

"Jesus, you must be what, an N-cup? Double Ns?"

"I don't even know!" Cora tried to cup her huge breasts, and they only seemed to increase in size. "My bra's not gonna hold, I'm gonna need—"

Said bra snapped. Cora inhaled sharply, and with a wobble her massive bosom perked up into perfect spheres. Her tank top stretched down to show her magnificent cleavage, side seams starting to rip.