The Glam Collection [breast expansion]

Red Jumpsuit Jugs

Ever since Cora Lawrence had her breasts blow up during an island trip, life had changed a lot.

Cora was now making a roaring success of her life. She had been a top choice model in making breast expansion videos because there was no need for her to be strapped into a harness and rig. She moaned and screamed and filled out her costumes perfectly, rubbing the tops of her own inflated tits as directed.

She made enough to buy a luxury condo in a little over six months. By then Rachel had joined in, bigger and fuller than ever. And they had become even closer bosom friends. Most afternoons they sunbathed topless next to Cora's pool, waging a silent competition to see who could grow the biggest in one hour, sucking on their bust-enhancing lollies. Rachel had given one to her cousin at a wedding, and Cora was delighted to hear that the girl's melons had ripped through her bridesmaid's dress when it worked.

For all the money she made, it was still a side gig for now. She and Rachel were still students, though now they attended class wearing their best tops (if there was much of a top anyway). No one minded. Their grades had improved vastly. Once Cora had grown herself into an S-cup for results day for luck and had a report card of flying colours. She printed and posed with it afterwards for Instagram, propping the pale pink card up on her splendid cleavage.

my brain isn't the only thing that's big, she'd captioned the photo.

She'd begun to curate quite a following there, a mix of men and women who were entranced by her, downright shocked by her, or both. But everyone was really nice, and their comments made her tits literally swell further with pride. So she started putting on shows for them.

Everyone was frightened when Cora appeared on live, simply sitting down on the sofa in just a blue skirt and white button-up blouse and no breasts to speak of. But then she smiled, and her chest started to expand. Her smile turned into a grin and her boobs ballooned into E-cups. She smirked as they continued growing at a teasingly slow pace, climbing up the alphabet like it was nothing at all, and the blouse began to strain and stretch.

At J-cups the ribbon on her bra became visible through an opening between the buttonholes. At L-cups the first button split apart. At Q-cups half the blouse had been destroyed, and her tits were spilling and bulging over her red-white polka dot bra like an over-iced cake. At X-cups she swiftly covered her nipples and cut the live video. And then she came.

Cora had blown up overnight, and had taken so many people's minds along with her. She couldn't believe how hot she had become, throwing her brown ponytail over her shoulder after every video after that as a special sign-off. In some shows she answered questions and gave beauty tips. Sometimes she put the camera in her cleavage and did her makeup. Someone would always beg for her to show them the girls, which she did, growing at most two cup sizes before flipping her hair back and cutting to black. Her fame was growing. She needed a team.

Hansa said yes after multiple pleas. She was the perfect candidate to be Cora's manager. Hansa had resolved to keep her newfound powers at bay, inflating herself to D-cups at most when she went out, and then not even double. She would be a dab hand at being professional, and look super sexy in business suits — and she was sure Hansa would never dare to even think of purposefully showing her up. As remarkable a feat as flooding an island chalet with your tits was, it scared Hansa to no end. That was the most important thing.

In addition she hired a photographer, because some pictures were just too tough to take with beach-ball tits in the way. Matty had been doing this for years and was very knowledgeable of what was trending. He lived practically next door with his beautician boyfriend, who Cora had also added to her team.

Tate made her look marvellous, and he had done his job so well because several clothing brands had started to take interest in her. She was now modelling, though she sometimes disapproved of the size they had specified she grow to. In private she'd borrow an outfit or two off the shooting set and take a series of private pictures for herself.