The Glam Collection [breast expansion]

Rack Odyssey

Alexis grinned as her new bra strained to clasp around her humongous yoga ball breasts. Ever since she had returned from the class hike to the Mound her tits had been expanding up to a few good inches each day.

She found that she could adjust them to fit her old clothes after a while, but found it boring boring boring. She tossed the bra as her massive chest tingled, and giggled in delight as her breasts swelled slowly again. She could barely reach her nipples, but nowadays it was a 24/7 sensation. She took immense joy in watching her feet disappear and feeling her skin stretch into sublime blimps. Her sister Willa had mailed her special pasties for extra growth-time and they had been lovely.

"Grow, titties, grow!" Alexis urged. This session was longer than usual, and she nearly came when the bottoms of her breasts brushed her thighs. She reached as far as she could and covered each nipple with a pink silicone flower pasty.

"Miss Parnapy," Mrs Damien sighed as Alexis' boobs entered the classroom before Alexis herself. "I believe we have had a chat regarding class attire?"

"I couldn't stop it," Alexis said, leaning upwards. Maybe if the old hag could see her remorseful face over her tits she might be convinced. "You do know—"

"About your condition, yes," Mrs Damien waved her away. "Take a seat please, you're holding up the rest."

Alexis smiled scot-free as several guys and girls stared. She had been given three tables in the back row, one for her work and two on either side. She'd tried to do work by placing the papers on her breasts, but they often slipped into her abyss-like cleavage.

She smiled as class started. Everyone's eyes were on Mrs Damien, but all their souls had run smack in between her tits. She felt them go up another cup size as she heard the crunching of books held too tight, trying not to look.

By the time class was over her chest had outweighed the table.

Tits, tits tits, was all she could think about. Having huge hooters had increased her libido tenfold. She could come to the sight of them jiggling in front of her alone, but it was simply fucking epic when someone else was doing it.

It's normal, Willa had said, I smothered so many people in my college bed.

But no one seemed up to par. Alexis had gotten ahold of Handsome Harvey from her medieval literature module last week, and he'd been a bit scared. And far too gentle when he smoothed the undersides of her breasts. Radical Rick from the paintball club had been tougher, (bigger too) but for all his length he wouldn't titty-fuck her. Fion had been the nicest, knew exactly what she wanted as she squeezed Alexis' massive melons from the back and tweaked her fist-sized nipples, but sex was difficult with someone who couldn't stop her own monumental mammary growth either. Fion had ballooned about five cup sizes in their half-hour together and when it was over they lay top-and-tail in Alexis' bed.

"Oh gosh," Fion gasped as the side of her right breast rubbed past Alexis' knee. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Alexis smiled. "I liked you best."

Alexis strode down the hallway and the student body parted like the sea. She'd have to video-call her sister and put on a bra. It was starting to get chilly.

"It didn't fit again?" Willa sighed, deflating herself and buttoning up.

"Hey, I've seen your nipples," Alexis reminded her.

Willa smiled. Her triple D's started ballooning slowly in her half-buttoned white blouse. "Did all of them burst?"

"I didn't break a single one," Alexis held up the sheer pink one she'd tried just now. "I just grew while trying it."