My new necklace made my tits grow! [f] [lac] [expansion] [fm]

1.

I couldn’t believe it. I got an extra hour for lunch today. Yes, I know, it’s sad that I’m excited by such a mundane thing, but I feel like my usual lunch hour always flies by. I just feel like this job is taking away every bit of free time I have, and so when I get offered an extra hour – you fucking bet I’m stoked.

Its weird, I work in the CBD, but I never really get to go out and explore because I’m either in the office or on the train home. Today, I would use my spare hour to go look in a few shops. Anything to take my mind off the presentation I had to give to the board later on. I walked to the city mall, which was like a block away from my office and I decided to visit the arcade. Basically, the arcade has a bunch of fancy and really specific stores. You can find like, rare coin stores, expensive pen shops, lingerie – that kind of thing.

I clicked along the polished marble floor of the arcade in my high heels, sipping a latte until a shop caught my eye. Its exterior was wood, pained charcoal black. It certainly stood out from the rest of the stores in the arcade which were all very inviting with large windows. This one only had a small window, which just showed the dimly lit inside of the shop.

“House of Magnificence,” I said, reading the wooden sign which hung from a cast iron frame. Interesting. I decided to check it out, because honestly – pens and coins weren’t my thing, and I have already spent five hundred dollars on lingerie this month.

Upon entering the store, I was hit with a waft of strong incense. The entire shop had no electric lights, just candles, and everything was neatly displayed in oak cabinets.

“Hi!” A warm voice said, startling me.

I turned and noticed a pretty woman sitting on her laptop behind the wooden counter.

“Uhh, hi!” I said, giving her a quick smile that hopefully indicated I was just browsing.

The woman got up from her desk, and my god is she gorgeous. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress that cut above the knee, and boy did it accentuate all the right places! She had a gorgeous bubble butt, big round perky tits that just wanted to burst free of her dress, and long, luscious black hair.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure… I was just having a look around, thanks,” I said, trying not to look down at her bulging cleavage.

“All good, let me know if you need anything!” She said, walking back to her counter.

I thanked her and returned my focus back to the items in the shop, noticing the odd collection’s scattered around the store. There were antique teapots, bracelets made of gold and silver, and glass jars full of animal bones. In the bookcase I could only see books for spells and potions. Great. I’d walked into some bullshit ‘witchcraft’ store, which mean’t basically it was a glorified nic-nac store. I sighed, but I thought I’d make the most of it. I didn’t want to be rude to the sexy girl at the counter. At least if I buy something I’ll be able to get an amazing view of her cleavage.

I wandered to the opposite end of the store finding what looked like the jewellery section. From a wooden case, about fifty crystals of different cuts and colours hung from silver chains. They were actually gorgeous, even though I thought crystals were bullshit. And of course, each different crystal had a paper label telling you what it’s so-called ‘power,’ was. There was a crystal for everything – you name it: Strength, beauty, stress, success, power, love. The one that caught my eye was the crystal labelled growth – “for those who want to grow.” It immediately stood out to me because I want to grow in my position at work, and I’m hoping that this presentation will put me in the spotlight for a promotion. I don’t want to sound cocky, but I’m the hardest worker out of all my colleagues. I want to grow out of junior manager and graduate to senior manager of the firm.

Fuck it. I decided I’d get the damn crystal. It was truly gorgeous, so it wasn’t a complete waste of money, and maybe it could be my placebo to help me achieve my goals. I placed the crystal on the counter in front of the sexy goth woman, and for a moment she went still. She was staring at the crystal with a weird smile, before she looked up at me. Honestly, I was too busy looking right into her deep, full cleavage to really care what she was doing. She was probably just high.

“Twenty-five for that one,” she said still giving me that creepy smile. I handed her the cash and waited for her to carefully place it in its own little box.

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing the box and quickly leaving the store. I didn’t know what to think about that whole experience, but I got two positive things from going there: the necklace and I got to see some bomb-ass tits.

I arrived back in the office about ten minutes early, so I decided to go to the bathroom to try my new necklace on. Staring in the mirror, I wrapped the silver chain around my neck and joined the clasps. It was really cute and It had an old world charm. Beth walked into the bathroom to give me a heads up that the board would be joining for my presentation shortly.

“Hey nice necklace!” She said.

“Thanks, got it from some hippy store on my break. Don’t go thinking I’m some weird crystal freak,” I said.

“Well, you know, crystals are powerful things! Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” Beth said, pushing the door open for me.

2.

I entered the board room early, so I could set up my presentation on the projector. I started to feel a bit strange, and my nipples were god-damn sensitive. Must be the nerves and the new lingerie. “Get it together, Jess,” I thought to myself. Ten minutes later the board members started to pile in. These were the real hot shots. They were the donors, lobbyists and senior management staff, and they did not like their time to be wasted. I smiled politely as they all got organised, but I was starting to feel faint. “Not now,” I screamed internally. I felt my chest grow tight and my breasts suddenly felt really warm. I chalked it up to nerves and decided it was time to start the presentation.

“Well hello everyone, my name is Jess if you don’t already know. I’ve prepared a quick presentation today for you which should easily explain what we’re doing with our fusion reactor, and our plans for the next year.”

Everything was going to plan, but I could feel my breasts getting warmer and my nipples were throbbing like crazy. Whatever, I can ignore it.

“So thanks to your generous funding, we’ve started construction on another smaller reactor which will allow us to experiment on more efficient systems,” I said.

“If you’ll look at the diagram, you’ll see our proposed plan,” I said pointing at the projector screen. Suddenly I heard a pop. I looked down to see a button pop off of my blouse and land on the board room table. I must’ve looked like a deer in headlights as I made eye contact with the board members. Some of them looked puzzled and other smirked. Right, just a little wardrobe malfunction and my breasts are still getting warmer! What the hell? Did I eat something?

I decided to press on with the presentation, hoping the board members were more engrossed in the prospects of experimental nuclear reactors than my button pop.

“So, in this diagram, you’ll see the new proposed reactor contains mechanics designed by our company that will revolutionise the industry,” I said, pressing the remote to move to the next slide.

I felt a sudden rush of heat and pressure to my chest and then I heard two distinct ‘pops’ as two more buttons exploded from my blouse, with one hitting a board member right in the forehead.

“Ow!” He yelled.

I stood in shock, staring down at my now very tight blouse and my breasts which were bulging out of my lacy bra for all everyone to see. Where my buttons had busted, my cleavage was spilling out of the gap. I knew something was very wrong – my beautiful perky C cups had grown at least to a double D.

“Uhhh….excuse me,” I said, rushing out of the board room and towards the bathroom with one hand covering my bulging cleavage.

I was seriously panicking that I was having some sort of anaphylactic episode. I’d never heard of anyone’s boobs swell from an allergic reaction before, but maybe I just hadn’t kept up with modern medicine.

It seems I got to the bathroom just in time. As I rushed to the large, five metre long mirror above the rows of sinks, I just watched in horror. It was like two water balloons were filling up rapidly in my delicate lingerie. My once perfect tits started to billow out of my bra cups like two hot swelling mounds of dough. What really freaked me out is how fast it was happening. I could feel the immense pressure building within my breasts, as if they were filling up with liquid.

“Is this what it was like to lactate?” I wondered as I grabbed them and felt them still my hands.

There was ripping sound as my lacy c cup bra started to break under the pressure of my growing tits. As my back clasp busted under the pressure, my two huge jiggling tits exploded outwards. I watched as they swayed and jiggled and fuck were they heavy. A few times I convulsed as they inflated at least two cup sizes in a matter of seconds.

I stood there in my workplace bathroom with my inflating bust stretching and filling before me, and I wondered for the first time what the fuck I was going to do about this? I had come to work today with normal breasts that already usually garnered some attention from my pervy colleagues. My shirt would not be able to cover these now watermelon sized tits, and I have no idea how I’ll even get out of this bathroom. Then there was the fact that most of my colleagues had seen me rush off to the bathroom, mid presentation. Soon, people will come and ask if I’m ok. How do I even explain this?

I decided the only thing I could do was hide. I ran to the stall, almost falling over from the weight of my growing boobs, and slammed the door. I sat down on the lid of the toilet and closed my eyes.

“Breathe,” I whispered to myself. “This is just a bad dream.”

I opened my eyes and saw my tits seemingly inflate faster, growing to the size of two very full and very heavy beach balls. “Oh my GOD!” I screamed, before covering my mouth. I started to hyperventilate.

A new feeling came over me, and it was one that I didn’t expect. It was pleasure. As I felt my tits fill with warm liquid, my nipples started to harden and tingle. “Ohhhhh…what’s…happening to me?” I moaned, placing my hands over my nipples.

Touching my now throbbing nipples sent a wave of pleasure to my pussy, and my tits started to expand even faster. At that moment, something came over me and I hiked up my skirt. I plunged one hand down to my surprisingly wet pussy, and the other over my sensitive nipple, and I started to play. I squeezed my swelling jugs as hard as possible, which sent shock waves of pleasure to my pussy.

Feeling my tits grow in my hand was like nothing I ever had experienced before. The pressure was concerning, but it also felt so fucking good. With a sudden rapid growth spurt, my now gargantuan tits started to touch both sides of the stall. I rubbed my pussy harder but my arm was becoming trapped under the growing weight of my billowing boobs. My other arm was pressed between the wall and my tit. I felt my skin stretch tighter and my nipples grew harder and I started to wonder if I was going to burst like a balloon? I mean, that’s what was happening – my tits were expanding with some kind of liquid, and they were only growing faster. They could only get so big? They were so heavy and I felt myself start to crush under the immense weight. I started to panic.

“Jess?!” A voice called. It was Beth. “Are you ok?”

“In here! Help!” I cried. I was past the point of being too embarrassed – I needed hospital attention before my huge, ever expanding breasts either crush me, or explode.

“It’s locked,” Beth yelled, rattling the door to the stall.

“Fuck,” I said, realising that my tits were squashed against the door and the lock. I could feel the sharp edge of the lock pressing deep into my hot ballooning tits, so I decided to try and use their weight to jiggle the lock. It was no use.

“Hang on! I’ve got an idea,” Beth called out. “I can open it from this side with the slit on the lock!”

I felt the lock slowly twist and the door busted right open, almost smacking Beth in the face.

“Oh my fucking god!” Beth screamed and fell backwards.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Beth. I need you to call an ambulance!” I cried, feeling my skin stretch closer to its limit.

“I’m stuck! They won’t stop growing! I feel like I’m going to explode!” I said as I started to feel my tits swell upwards towards my face.

“What do you mean explode?!” Beth asked.

“I mean I feel like my breasts are filling with liquid or something and I can’t take anymore! MY skin is so tight and they feel so full! Like a water balloon that’s been overfilled, I’m seriously gonna blow!”

There was a silence and I started to panic. Suddenly I felt two hands on my breasts, pushing into them and squeezing.

“They’re so tight and full! They’re bigger than my entire body, Jess! What did you do?!” Beth called out.

“I didn’t do anything! They just started doing this!

“I think I got an idea!” Beth yelled.

“Hurry…I think I’m gonna pop!”

The feeling of someone squeezing my monstrous boobs felt so good it honestly almost made me cum. My body rocked and writhed as electricity shot through my tits and into my pussy.

I felt Beth grab both of my nipples, closing her hands around my puffy swollen nipples. Then I felt a stream of pressure and a massive sense of release that was borderline orgasmic.

“Ohhh god, what’s happening!?” I moaned.

I could feel warm liquid trickling onto my thighs. Was…was Beth milking me?

“It’s working!” Beth shouted.

“What are you doing?!” I shouted back, feeling the pressure start to ease.

“Milking you!”

The more Beth squeezed and pulled at my nipples, the more I was overcome with immense pleasure. I was going to cum if she kept this up and I sure hoped she would. I could feel milk exploding about of me at an alarming rate, and despite not being able to see, I could picture Beth getting soaked.

Oh god, I was about to cum. Beth was squeezing and pulling faster – like she was milking a cow. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!”

“Ohhhhh fuck…fuck!” I screamed.

“What’s going on in here?” A male voice called out as the bathroom door swung open.

“No! Get out!” Beth yelled back.

“Oh my fucking god!” The man screamed. Then I heard a thump.

I was still convulsing as a huge rocked through me. It wasn’t until I finally caught my breath that I realised who had come into the bathroom.

“That was Mr. Willard,” Beth said. “He fainted.”

Oh, Christ!. Mr. Willard was my boss. I am totally fired. After a long pause, Beth grabbed my nipples again and continued milking me. I could see my breasts start to deflate as each nipple squirted a long hot stream of milk. Eventually, they had gone down enough that I could see Beth’s face. She looked like she had seen a ghost, and she was soaked with milk.

“Beth… I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened!” I said.

“It’s ok – I think we just need to get you to a hospital to get you checked out.” Beth said, still milking me.

Eventually, Beth could get no more milk out of me – but my tits stayed at least the size of two small watermelons. I finally stood up with her help and the first thing I saw was Mr. Willard waking up, covered in my breast milk. I quickly covered my nipples, and looked away in embarrassment. I heard Beth gasp and I looked back, seeing Mr. Willard’s cock stiffening through his milk-soaked suit pants.

Suddenly, I had an Idea.

“Mr. Willard… I’ll let you fuck my big…fat….round tits if you promise not to fire me,” I said.

Both Beth and Mr. Willard’s eyes widened.

“Oh, and I Beth here will watch,” I said, looking over at Beth with a cheeky smile.

Beth walked over to the bathroom door and locked it, while I went and sat up on the sink counter. I winked at Mr. Willard and did a ‘come hither,’ motion.

Mr. Willard stood up, revealing his big hard cock which was attempting to bust free of his pants. I watched as my boss walked right up and between my legs, before he shakily undid his belt and unzipped. His cock sprung out and I could see a bead of pre-cum had already formed it’s head.

Beth sat up on the counter next to me and pulled up her skirt. She stared Mr. Willard in the eyes as she places three fingers in her wet mouth, before slowly pulling them out and placing them over her clit.

As soon as she started rubbing her pussy, Mr. Willard shoved his cock between my huge, swollen tits. I pressed my mammoth mammaries together engulfing his throbbing cock, squeezing and crushing it with my soft tit flesh.

“Ooooh,” I moaned. “You cock feels so good, Mr. Willard.”

Mr. Willard put his hands on my shoulders and started to quickly pump my tits. I looked over to see Beth watching us while she fingered her wet pussy. The sensation of my boss’ wet hard cock sliding between my new busty tits was actually incredibly hot. I started to really squeeze my tits together, trying to increase the pressure in an attempt to make him burst.

“Oh, Mr. Willard. You’re so big. I can’t wait for your hot load!” I cooed.

My dirty talk caused him to let out a grunt, and he pumped my tits even faster.

“You like my huge milky tits, Sir?” I moaned.

Mr Wilalrd just grunted and thrust harder into my cleavage.

“I’m gonna…cum,” Beth moaned.

I looked over and watched as Beth arched her back and her whole body jolted. Mr. Willard watched as well while he fucked my tits even faster. I squeezed my huge fat milk jugs together as hard as possible and I could feel he was close. His cock throbbed and twitched between my tits before a huge spurt of cum exploded from my cleavage. Another spurt landed right on my nose, while another splattered on the mirror.

“Ooooh,” I squealed. “Thank you for your big load, Mr. Willard.” I winked.

After we all cleaned up, Mr. Willard told us both that no one can ever know what happened in this bathroom. We had to tell people that I had a sudden rush of nausea, and I needed to change my clothes due to a fever. Mr. Willard gave me his suit jacket to cover up and Beth drove me home. On the drive home we tried to understand what had happened to me. Neither of us could find any such medical condition on google.

While we were discussing the possible causes, I was toying with my new necklace. I suddenly stopped and looked down at it. ‘Growth,’ I remembered the label said. Growth.

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