Bigger is Always Better!

Love all things size, and a great deal of things strange! 26 🍻

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2021-12-21 23:22:30

    “Good morning!” said Randy, watching Amanda stretch and yawn. “Did you sleep well?”

    “I slept okay,” said Amanda tersely. “Bit of back pain… these things are so heavy now…”

    She fondled and hefted her tits, and Randy felt himself stiffening.

    “Hey, if I asked to move in and live here now, would that be okay?” she asked, still bouncing herself.

    “Uh…” said Randy, hesitating. “This is a bit awkward, but I kind of already have a girlfriend…”

    “So dump her,” said Amanda.

    “We’re… actually… a little bit… engaged…” said Randy, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

    Amanda rolled her eyes at first, but then she looked down at her own boobs, and seemed to get an idea.

    “Okay…” she said, closing her eyes and concentrating. “How about this…”

    She seemed to concentrate, taking deeper and deeper breaths. Her chest rose and fell… rose and fell… and rose… and rose… and rose…

    Randy’s jaw fell open when he realized with each breath, Amanda’s breasts were expanding several inches. Her shirt stretched, tighter and tighter and tighter, as Amanda ballooned to fill more and more of it.

    Amanda sat up taller in bed, and wrapped her arms around herself just as grew too big for her top to contain. She tore out of her stretched shirt with a sudden rip, and her basketball-sized assets bulged free, overflowing her arms and practically bulging up to her neck as she tried to squeeze and compress them.

    She was so much heavier, Randy heard the bed spring creek under her.

    “Randy, break up with your fiancé and let me move in with you.” she said. “I think my boobs are big enough now to justify that decision.

    When Randy started to open his mouth, he’d meant to say something in defense of his current relationship, but without realizing it, he’d dialed his fiance’s phone # and lifted his phone to his mouth without really planning to.

    “Yolanda, we’re through. I hate your mom because she’s basically an older clone of you,” he said, snapping the phone shut. “Was that good?”

    “Nice work,” said Amanda, standing up with a grunt.

    Her pajama bottoms were stretched onto her painfully tight. They only went halfway down her calves, and they were torn in the back, where her noticeably-plumper butt had grown and ripped them.

    “Do I look taller to you?” she asked, looking around Randy’s bedroom. “I feel like I’m taller than before.”

    “Uh, you look about 5’6”… maybe 5’7”…” said Randy, confused.

    “That sounds about right,” said Amanda. “Last night I was about 5’2”… I guess I grew about five inches just now. Cool.”

    She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Randy on the lips. Her giant, warm breasts against Randy’s chest and he felt himself start to throb with excitement.

    “How did you… grow just now?”

    “Oh, whenever I want something, my boobs just start growing until I get it. “

    She started walked to Randy’s kitchen. Her huge tits bounced and wobbled as those swollen hips swung from side to side.

    “We’ll have sex in like an hour, I’m going to eat a bunch of your food first,” said Amanda over her shoulder. “I’ve got a really big appetite, so you’re probably going to want to run for groceries soon.


    Amanda was the girlfriend from heaven and hell, rolled into one. She didn’t pay rent, didn’t clean, and slept far more than a normal person.

    She also ate several times what an ordinary person would- it was completely normal for her to polish off a loaf of bread or a carton of eggs right after Randy had cooked or ordered in.

    She wasn’t especially nice, and she was a huge bed hog.

    However, she did more or less order Randy to have sex with her at least twice a day- usually three or four times, sometimes as often as six.

    Plus, whenever Randy felt like he was on the verge of saying he was too exhausted for sex or wanted her to start paying rent, she’d just get bigger

    Her chest was so huge she had torn through several of Randy’s shirt, and seemed to rip another whenever another one of her “spurts” came up on her.

    Her hips kept getting plump… sometimes at night, Randy would actually feel her body getting thicker and softer, pushing him further to one side of the bed.

    Those immense, ever growing breasts were unreal… whenever Amanda lubed them up and slipped his cock between them, it didn’t matter how many times they’d already had sex… he’d just lose himself into some marshmallow soft world of pleasure, time would stop- and suddenly he’d be coming so much he was almost ready to pass out from dehydration.

    As her body grew more curvaceous, it crept up in height as well.

    Randy, who was 6’2”, went from kissing the top of her head to her forehead… to her brow… to her nose… to her lips…

    She grew to 5’8”… 5’10”… 6’0”… 6’3”…

    Before Randy knew what was happening, the little pixie he’d taken home two weeks ago had grown into an hour glassy amazon… she towered over Randy all the time, looking down at him.

    Her hips were wider than his shoulders, and her breasts were so huge if someone hugged Amanda’s waist, she wouldn’t be able to see the top of their head.

    Sometimes, Amanda wouldn’t see him, and walk right into him- he’d be minding his own business, and suddenly his face would be enveloped in Amanda’s huge, soft cleavage.

    Soon she was seven feet tall. Her feet stuck off the end of Randy’s bed. Her body was at least twice as heavy as Randy’s- the whole bed tilted and inclined towards her. When she rolled in his direction, she nearly smothered him. When she rolled away, she’d shift her hips, and push Randy right out of bed.

    When Randy fell on the ground and woke her up, she reach out of bed, pull Randy back to her, and fuck him once or twice until the boy fell back asleep.

    Randy was doing his best to keep up with her sexual appetite, but she was just always craving more… she needed sex eight times a day now, every day, and was eating Randy to bankruptcy.

    When she was eight feet tall, she told Randy she knew he was doing his best, but for her own sexual gratification, she’d start needing to invite other people over for sex. Randy objected at first, but she suddenly grew two feet taller, all at once, and her head cracked the ten foot ceiling.

    “Randy, I think I need to have sex with more people,” she said, getting down on her knees. Even crouching, she was still eye level with Randy. Worse, her breasts were each as big as a bean bag chair, so huge they each had to weigh more than Randy by now.

    She leaned towards her “boyfriend,” and her massive tits pressed him against the wall so hard another inch and she’d crush him ribs.

    “Sure!” he gasped, terrified she was about to grow bigger and squish him. “Fuck as many people as you want!”

    Her latest spurt made her too big to squeeze back down the hallway into Randy’s bedroom, so she just stretched out in Randy’s living room and made some phone calls with her giant fingers.

    Before long, a steady stream of people Randy had never seen before started trickling in. Men and women, they were uniformly fit and attractive looking but Randy had no idea who any of them were.

    They sucked, licked, fucked, and caressed for what seemed like hours… new arrivals taking over for exhausted, dehydrated early arrivals.

    After the initial shame of watching other people fuck his “girlfriend” wore off, Randy was actually kind of relieved. Her new size had made Amanda hungrier than ever, and she frequently called out for “snacks” (which were more like “meals”) during her perpetual indulgence. Amanda’s “fuck buddies” seemed as compelled to satisfy her as Randy was.

    Her huge body seemed to being growing steadily larger. She was twelve feet tall… fourteen… twenty… a dozen people at once were spread across her immense body, sucking and fucking and licking and caressing almost continuously.

    Her breasts blew up in size, again and again, bigger and rounder, so big several people had to hold them in place while once person worked the giant nipple with both hands.

    Her huge legs smashed Randy’s furniture as she thrashed and spasmed with pleasure.

    Randy eventually realized he’d been cooking or fucking Amanda for almost three straight days.

    “Sweetie?” he said, to the thirty foot monstrosity that was filling his living room and dining room.

    “Yeah?” she said, in a huge, apartment-shaking voice as she sat up. She crushed Randy’s couch planting her elbow. She couldn’t even sit halfway up before her head dented the ceiling. She couldn’t see Randy over her colossal breasts- she had to kind of peer at him in the crack formed by her cleavage. “What you want, short stuff?”

    “I want to break up,” said Randy, in a haggard, defeated voice.


    “I want to stop cooking, stop having constant, robot sex, and I want to go to sleep. You’re huge, you’re gorgeous, it’s incredibly hot to me, but it’s killing me.”

    The apartment started to rumble, but Randy knew it wasn’t really the apartment shaking. He knew it was Amanda’s already enormous body, quaking with an impending growth spurt.

    “Are you… telling me… I can’t… have…. someTHING… THAT… I… WANT!?” she boomed, blowing up bigger with each word.

    Her giant leg shot past Randy, slamming through his wall, into the hallway, and into the apartment across the building.

    Her other fuck buddies screamed as her huge, curvaceous body bloated and multiplied, filling the space. Her hips, ass, breasts, and thighs grew so quickly the smothered all Randy’s guests in a matter of moments.

    Her head went through the far wall. Her giant boobs ballooned up against the ceiling, pushing it up and breaking it open.

    Her huge crotch grew right for Randy, and he made no effort to move or get out of the way….

    300 feet tall, Amanda twisted out from under the soot and the rubble, dusting off her heavy chest and knocking over a building by leaning on it for support.

    She looked around for Randy… but honestly, she’d been looking for a way out of that relationship anyway. She’d just meant to be the one to break up with him.

    “I think I want… to crush this city with my tits…” she said aloud, looking around and feeling the terrible pangs of almost-boredom. “But my tits are only big enough to crush a small building!”

    Her body began quaking again immediately.

    Amanda wanted something.

    She was going to grow until she got it.


    Love your work buddy keep it up.

    Brandi was in her grandmother’s attic moving some old boxes. Her grandmother died a little over a week ago and Brandi’s family was moving her stuff out. Brandi was volunteered to clean out the attic. “We all have to work as a team,” her mom said with a smirk. Brandi knew the real reason she had to go and she was jealous of that reason. The attic was cramped and filled with all sorts of things that made it difficult for her sisters move around up there.

    Brandi’s older sister, Jessica, was twenty-eight with breasts that went down slightly past her navel. Her nineteen year-old sister, Kelly, had recently started college with breasts that rested proudly just above her navel. Her youngest sister, Cady, was Brandi’s biggest headache. Only fourteen years-old and Cady was entering high school with breasts larger than her head. At this rate, her breasts would be even larger than Jessica’s breasts by the time she graduated college, unless her hormones went into hyperdrive. Brandi was twenty-four and flat as a board.

    Brandi cussed under her breath as she shoved a box from one side of the attic to the other and it tipped over. Luckily the only thing that fell out was a book covered in dust. Brandi sat the box back upright and shuffled over to the book. She’d never seen this before. She blew the dust off the book and coughed as it flew into her face. As she waved the dust from her eyes, she looked down at the title of the book. “Spelles, Curses, and Incantationes.” Brandi wrinkled her nose at the title. “Not very creative,” said Brandi looking through the book. While looking through the book she didn’t notice the head of her youngest sister peering over the attic door.

    “Hey, Brandi!” Cady’s high-pitched voice sounded like a banshee’s wail. “Yes?” asked Brandi gritting her teeth. “Mom says we’re done for the day. We can go home now,” said Cady before she disappeared back downstairs. Brandi was silently grateful for this. She was covered in dust. She stepped down from the attic and walked to her mom’s car. Brandi’s mom and sisters were already waiting inside. Cady was in the front seat while Jessica and Kelly were in the backseat. Brandi sat behind her mom who was in the driver’s seat.

    The ride back to Brandi’s apartment was bumpy, her sister’s breasts bounced every time the car bounced. Brandi could almost swear that Cady’s boobs were even bigger. She wasn’t alone in thinking that. “Looks like we need to go bra shopping again.” said Brandi’s mom. Cady stuck her chest out proudly. “Really? Let me feel,” said Jessica grabbing Cady’s breasts from behind. Cady giggled as Jessica fondled her breasts. God, Brandi couldn’t believe how jealous she was of her youngest sister. She was thankful she lived so close to her grandmother’s place. It wasn’t long before the car pulled up to Brandi’s apartment.

    Brandi closed the door to her apartment, glad to be away from those women. It wasn’t that she hated her family, she just didn’t feel like she could relate to them. She wanted the insane breasts her sisters had. Hell her mom had breasts that just about rested her lap when she sat down. What she wouldn’t do for large bouncy breasts. She looked down disappointed at her meager chest and wiped away some dust on her front while she walked. She was thinking of taking a shower but she had a whole week to herself before she had to go back to work, so she decided to slum it in dusty clothes.

    When Brandi got to the kitchen, she saw a book resting on the table. It was the spell book. “How did this get here?” She picked it up and looked through it, if only to find something entertaining to take her mind off of her sisters and their enormous racks. The first page was written in her grandmother’s writing. “My dear Brandi, This book is now yours. Use it well. I hope it will bring you infinite happiness as it did me. I love you very much.” Brandi smiled. Brandi loved her grandmother. She never treated Brandi any differently like the rest of her family did. She flipped through the book and stopped at a particular spell. It read “Breaste Enhancere.”

    “You can’t just stick an extra ‘E’ at the end of every word,” Brandi snorted as she read. The spell seemed very simple. All she had to do was grab her chest (or lack thereof) and say a couple words. The only hard part were the words themselves. These words were utter nonsense and she had no idea how to pronounce them. She gave it a shot anyway. She grabbed her chest and said the words as best she could. Afterwards, she looked down hoping something would happen, but was disappointed. She tried again saying the words a different way. Nope. How about this way? Still nothing.

    She realized how stupid this was. There was no such thing as magic. Especially not boobie growing magic. She took the book and lied down on the couch and flipped through more of the book. It wasn’t particularly thick and most of the spells were a lot more complicated that the Breaste Enhancere. One required a tomato that weighed a metric ton. She read through more and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

    She dreamt that her sisters’ breasts were growing right in front of her eyes. The growth was fast. It wasn’t long before they rested on top of their growing tits. All four of them were in a small space that was rapidly filling up with luscious breast meat pushing Brandi up against the wall of the room. Brandi screamed as the growing walls of breast flesh pinned her. Her screams were muffled by their growing flesh and the laughs of her sisters.

    Brandi awoke breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe how ridiculous the dream was. She looked down at the book, but her vision was blocked by a wall of cleavage. She sat upright shocked. Where did these boobs come from? She poked one of her breasts. This was real. She then grabbed her breasts. They overfilled her hands. No. That was the wrong word. They were overflowing her hands. Slowly but surely, her breasts were growing right in front of her eyes.

    Brandi marveled at the size of her growing breasts. She was definitely larger than her baby sister and was now approaching Kelly’s size. How did this happen? She looked down at the spell book. She flipped back to the Breaste Enhancere spell. She only read the first part, there was another page going to into detail about the spell.

    “Thise curse ise only intended fore one use pere persone. Thise curse workes differently fore everyone. Pronunciatione wille produce differente effectes,” Brandi read as she absent-mindedly groped her swelling melons as they took up more space in her shirt. It felt really good! “This is no curse, grandma,” giggled Brandi as she noticed her breasts surpassing her other sisters and starting to tear through her shirt. “How big are these going to get?” she asked herself.

    She placed the spellbook on her distending shelf. “See if I can find some way to reverse this. Maybe not reverse it. This is nice. Maybe just stop it.” She tried to remember how she said it earlier. She said the incantation. The growth slowed then stopped. Her naked breasts overflowed her lap. “Now these are tits. I’m bigger than Mom now! These are amazing!” Brandi admired her breasts.

    After a few seconds, she gasped as her breasts began growing again. They grew much faster than before, pulling her to the ground. She rested on top of her growing mounds. “This is nuts!” said Brandi before saying the incantation again. The growth didn’t stop but her libido was out of control. Her swelling tits were now incredibly sensitive. She orgasmed as her ballooning breasts took up more and more space. “I’m so big,” said Brandi in the throes of sexual passion. She couldn’t wait for her sisters to her now.

    “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Becca repeated over and over as her top shredded around her. “That wasn’t vodka.” She’d downed the small shot glass she’d seen on the kitchen counter and before she knew it her whole body went crazy. “What do I do now?” she asked, dropping to her knees to keep from smashing her head on the ceiling as she continued to grow. She felt her butt knock over the large couch there behind her. Her breasts surged in size again, spilling out of her arms and crashing against the kitchen counter, collapsing the wood and shattering plumbing, causing water to spray up all over her body.

    Becca was pretty sure her friends were all out at the pool in the back yard, because otherwise things might get dangerous for them pretty soon. Even seated she quickly became too tall for the house and she leaned forward only to feel the back of her head and shoulder pushing up into the attic as her breasts landed heavily on the ground with a loud thump, each big enough to crush a car completely.

    “Here goes,” she said, forcing herself to simply stand up through the ruined ceiling. It’s not like she was going to be able to get out without destroying the place anyways. Plus, she was pretty sure she was still growing.


    “Hey guys,” she said awkwardly, leaning forward to look past her boobs. She was trying and failing to hide her newfound bulk as she stood in the ruins of the house. They all stared up in awe. “Sorry, I think I might have taken someone’s drink.”

    Katie’s test.

    Hi y'all, Katie here! I’m just so thrilled to be part of this new testing problem with the growth ray. My coworker, Lana, and I hope to discover a way to bring the amazing benefits of the clinic to more people. Having one location and limited appointment slots stifles our potential. So we are here to push our understanding of what this device can do!


    As you might know already, we had a little uh oh one day at the clinic. Megan, our new accountant, had her lotion bottle accidentally take a blast of growth energy. Fortunately the accident turned her lotion into booby growing lotion! Lana and I are going to explore this development. Now while she is going to test other liquids and drinks I thought it would be fun to try more tasty options.

    Real quick, a little about myself, I love to bake in my free time. I have a wonderful chocolate chip cookie recipe passed down from my grandma back on the farm. What better opportunity than this to add an extra special ingredient!

    So brought my bowl of cookie dough to the clinic and hit it with a high power shot from the ray gun. Since there’s no oven at the office I ran back home. A little while later I had a pan of delicious smelling cookies! I couldn’t help myself to try the first one! In fact I forgot all about the growth ray, until I felt a pleasant tingle in my breasts!


    My boobs were growing bigger right there in my kitchen! They got huge! Somehow the energy was able to stay infused even after baking the dough.

    I know that I probably shouldn’t eat another one. They are really big already, but it did feel really good when they grew. Here goes!


    “So the cookies are a success, maybe they are a bit to strong. It only took two to get this big. I’ll have to find another volunteer to help hone the ratios!”