Breast Friends
“Holy shit dude!” my best friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat-chested while you get…these!”
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Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4
I walked downstairs, my breasts already straining the bra I was wearing, which had fit almost perfectly a moment ago. If mine were already growing, then hers must be already shrinking. I entered the living room, and saw her panicking on the couch.
“What’s happening?!” she shouted at me, her eyes catching my growing bust, and mine staring at her rapidly shrinking one.
“I’m stealing your tits,” I said matter of factly. “Those huge boobs you’ve been so proud of, the ones I admired when I was your boyfriend, will soon be mine.” Her bra was already useless, I noticed just as mine snapped. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, but I had to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I came when her chest had shrunk to a large B-cup, and mine were already resting against my thick thighs. Our transfer stopped.
“Huh, lucky you,” I said sadly. “You get to keep some boob. I was going to leave you completely flat, but I guess this is fine. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”
I led her up into her room, were I had a pair of her panties, and one of my old bra sitting on her bed. “Put them on,” I said, and she obeyed. She removed her shirt, and now far too large bra, followed by her pants and the panties she was currently wearing. She slipped into the new underwear, and turned around, a pout on her face.
“Smile,” I said. “Aren’t you happy to see how well your daughter has blossomed?” She gave me a big fake smile, and I smiled back.
“There, now that’s better.”
Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4
I walked downstairs, my breasts already straining the bra I was wearing, which had fit almost perfectly a moment ago. If mine were already growing, then hers must be already shrinking. I entered the living room, and saw her panicking on the couch.
“What’s happening?!” she shouted at me, her eyes catching my growing bust, and mine staring at her rapidly shrinking one.
“I’m stealing your tits,” I said matter of factly. “Those huge boobs you’ve been so proud of, the ones I admired when I was your boyfriend, will soon be mine.” Her bra was already useless, I noticed just as mine snapped. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, but I had to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I came when her chest had shrunk to a large B-cup, and mine were already resting against my thick thighs. Our transfer stopped.
“Huh, lucky you,” I said sadly. “You get to keep some boob. I was going to leave you completely flat, but I guess this is fine. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”
I led her up into her room, were I had a pair of her panties, and one of my old bra sitting on her bed. “Put them on,” I said, and she obeyed. She removed her shirt, and now far too large bra, followed by her pants and the panties she was currently wearing. She slipped into the new underwear, and turned around, a pout on her face.
“Smile,” I said. “Aren’t you happy to see how well your daughter has blossomed?” She gave me a big fake smile, and I smiled back.
“There, now that’s better.”
Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 2
“Unless…” she said, her voice trailing off. “Here, take this stone,” she said, taking from her pocket and handing to me a small rock. I looked at her skeptically. She continued.
“Now, wish for our breasts to be exchanged!” she seemed so excited by this, so I humored her. I made the wish, and contrary to my expectations, something happened.
My chest started feeling really warm and…constricted. As if somebody had just dropped a huge weight on top of me. My t-shirt began to feel tight, and my bra straps were cutting into my shoulders.
“Wha-what’s happening?” I said to the black-haired woman. She didn’t respond, but I heard a snap come from below my shirt. My bra was broken.
I looked down, and saw things I had only dreamed of resting on my chest:
Boobs.
Actual boobs! No…tits! Tits that were stretching my shirt almost to the breaking point. Tits! On my chest! I think they’re even bigger than Mom’s!
I looked up at the strange woman, and saw something very different on her chest: she had become almost completely flat-chested! In fact, her shirt was so low cut, and there was much less inside it now, that I could clearly see both her small hard nipples through the neck hole.
“That was amazing!” I shouted, grabbing at my new fleshy mounds.
“You’re telling me,” she said with relief. “Now I don’t have to carry those things around any more.” She grabbed at her own chest. “They won’t be calling THESE ‘Huge Hilary’s heavy hangers’. I’ll have them all to myself now!”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I excused myself and ran back home, a feat made much more difficult by my new assets flopping around unrestrained by my now useless bra. I’d have to see if one of Mom’s fit when I got home.
I got home and closed the door behind me, calling out to my mother as I did so. No response. She must not be home. I ran upstairs, shouting a “calm down girls!” (I can actually call them “the girls” now!) to my chest as I did so. I entered her room, and went straight for her underwear drawer. I picked out her biggest maternity bra, and after removing my shirt and ruined bra, I tried hers on.
It didn’t fit. My new titflesh was bursting out the top and sides, and probably a little bit was sneaking out of the bottom. This is the bra she wore when her breasts were at their fullest, and it couldn’t even hold my non-pregnant jugs.
“I can’t wait to show Mom!” I said, squeezing my huge breasts in the large bra. With perfect timing, I heard the door downstairs open. I bounded down the steps, my boobs slightly more restrained now, but they still wobbled all over the place in my hurry.
“Look Mom! I shouted at her. “My tits are even bigger than yours now!” I flexed, and tore the backstrap of the bra, setting my new girls free. My mother just stared with her mouth wide open. I couldn’t wait to explain this one…
“Almost as Big” Epilogue 2
Tori and her mother sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the mirror and comparing their breast sizes.
“Look Mommy!” Tori shouted. “The baby made my boobies even bigger!” And she was right. Her tits had grown at least another cup size since her pregnancy, and by her mother’s strained smile it’s fairly obvious that hadn’t escaped her notice.
“That’s great,” her mother said. “And since the baby was adopted by that nice man and lady, I guess that means that those big titties are all mine!” She leaned over and groped Tori’s right tit, causing her to moan in pleasure. She’s going to be much more popular now…
Look at These!
“Ha!” My mom said to me as we stood in our bras in the living room (since it was just us two women living together, seeing each other with only our bras on wasn’t too unusual). “Look at these! You always loved being bigger than me, well now look who’s number one again!” I knew she had secretly been taking breast enhancement pills, but I really didn’t care. Yes, I had always found it funny that my boobs were so much bigger than my mother’s, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. She had hated it though.
I looked down at her new large knockers, her dark nipple showing through her stretched thin bra. “Oh yeah Mom, you really showed me,” I said unenthusiastically. She was going to learn pretty quickly that having breasts that big wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I know from experience, and I’m at least a cup size or two smaller than her!
Why are Yours Bigger?
“Okay, I know why we were cursed to be pregnant women…” the blonde said.
“Yeah, guess we shouldn’t have called that pregnant witch ‘fat’…” the brunette replied. They both sat there with their hands on their round bellies, smiling. Eight months ago these two were men, so it was good to see that at least they were getting used to their new bodies.
“Right,” the blonde continued. “But how come your tits are so much bigger than mine?” She eyed up her friends large breasts with a tinge of envy.
The brunette only laughed. “I guess bustiness must run in my family!”
Breast Friends
“Holy shit dude!” my beast friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat chested while you get…these!”
I managed to focus myself through the waves of pleasure enough to reply, “I guess bustiness just runs in my family…” I reached down and grabbed his, now her, head, and held it close to my boobs. I knew this had been a great idea.
“Almost as Big” Part 4
“Alright Mom, what did you want-” Tori stopped short as she walked into her mother’s room. “Why are you wearing my bra? And…why are you-“
“Spilling out of it?” she laughed and raised her arms above her head. “I found that leftover elixir you used to turn yourself into a woman, and decided I’d drink some myself. Then, when the swelling in my chest finally stopped, I went to your room, found your biggest bra, and tried to cram my girls into it.” She smiled widely, finally triumphant. Her tits were definitely bigger than her daughter’s now.
“Mom! Women aren’t supposed to drink that! That’s why I didn’t drink what I had leftover!” Tori shouted worriedly.
“Pfft, obviously it’s not. Look at these things!” she lifted her breasts, and let them fall, snapping the bra strap and letting them hang free. “And no side-effects either! I’m fine. Heck, I’m better than fine! I think I’m going to try to squeeze myself into one of my bras now!”
Tori left the room exasperated at her mother’s ignorance. She had no idea how else the elixir might effect her mother, and at this point, she didn’t know if she really cared.
“Almost as Big” Part 3
“Mom! I told you to knock first!” Tori said trying to no avail to cover her exposed tit. Her mother almost couldn’t take her eyes off it, but finally managed to when she asked: “What did you come in here for?”
“Oh, um,” she said, flustered. “I was doing the laundry, and I noticed all of your bras had broken, so I threw them out. But if you want, you can wear one of mine!” She was still in denial that her daughter’s tits were bigger than hers.
“Oookay, fine then. Toss one here.” Tori caught the bra her mother threw her, and looked at the size. She knew she wouldn’t be fitting into it, but decided to humor her mother regardless. She did the back strap, and pulled the shoulder straps up before finally tucking her boobs into the cups.
“Look Mom, I can’t fit into this tiny thing! You can see almost half my nipples! I’m a 38H, and you’re…not,” Tori said before hopping out of bed, her tits threatening to spill over at any moment. They wobbled ferociously as she walked over to her mother.
“Look,” she said, pushing out her chest. The bra snapped, falling to a broken lump on the floor, freeing her tits from the constricting garment. “My boobs are bigger than yours. There’s no changing that, so please, stop throwing my bras away. Thanks!”