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Noisebridge Space Program/Fundraising Tasks

2018-07-30T19:36:14Z

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= Fundraising Tasks =

=== List of homework ===

{| class="wikitable"
|-
! Description
! SK says it best
! People
! Interested
! Works in progress
|-
| Set up a fundraising database
| "Noisebridge should acquire and use a starter donor database product, such as Little Green Light, and transfer all donor information available to that product. All new donations should be entered or transferred to the database weekly."
| 1-2?
| Rebecca
|-
| Create the "Clear Plan" document: rent version
| "The first step in raising money for a new home will be to come to an agreement about what that home should look like. Clear financial modeling will be needed to apply for money from institutional funders and for large donations from individuals."

"should include (1) cost of acquisition, improvements and move, and (2) an annual operating budget for the new space."
| 3?
| Eric, John Shutt
| Pretty early [[Clear_Plan:_Rent|Rent plan]] --

includes copy/paste from [[Noisebridge_Space_Program]], [[Finances]], and SK docs + feedback from John regarding targeting a larger building size. Next question: how do we make this sustainable?
|-
| Create the "Clear Plan" document: buy version
| "The first step in raising money for a new home will be to come to an agreement about what that home should look like. Clear financial modeling will be needed to apply for money from institutional funders and for large donations from individuals."

"should include (1) cost of acquisition, improvements and move, and (2) an annual operating budget for the new space."
| 3?
| John Shutt
|-
| Create the "Case statement"
| "A classic case statement creates a clear understanding around the basics of the organization and the campaign, and can be used as material for creating proposals to corporations, foundations and government funders. Some organizations accrete the components of a case by writing proposals for funding, then assemble these into a master document."
| 3?
| John Shutt, Nick Holloway
|-
| Corporate support -- who can we solicit from, who are we willing to solicit from, etc.
| "Start compiling a list of foundations to research and secure guidelines. Our list can be a start. Be ready to make application as soon as you have formalized your campaign plan."
| 3?
| Rebecca
|-
| Create an individual donors plan
| "As you develop your capital campaign plan, you will need to develop leadership giving levels with appropriate benefits such as inclusion on donor walls, naming rights for physical spaces (doesn’t have to be named after the donor), or other perks.
| 3?
| Eric, James (mindfu)
| [[Individual Donor Plan]]
|-
| Leadership group
| I’ll probably have to go on the pill to regulate my periods, (doctor rec, since my periods, thankfully, got down to 7 days, with ridiculously heavy bleeding for the first 3-4 days (sometimes 5) to the point where I can barely where a super tampon for an hour on day 2 (day 5 -3 hrs)) and was wondering if that will affect my boobs. Currently 28J and growing, and wondering if they’ll get even bigger.
| SK says 6-9
| John Shutt, Rebecca
|}

===== Willing to help, but no specific interest =====

* James (mindfu)

[[Category:Fundraising]]

Fundraising/Raising the Fun/Clear Plan: Rent

2018-07-26T18:36:56Z

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It is the year 2028, major advances in medicine for the treatment of various conditions (retarded muscle and bone development, gender transition,
obesity, cosmetics, ect) have lead to the development of a variety of bio-chemical formulas for the safe and natural growth of various types of
tissue. One such formula has been created illegally by an assistant undergraduate researcher at a university, and smuggled to his home where it now
stays and is used slowly and carefully on unsuspecting women. This formula was created for the high level growth of the hips, ass, and breasts. These
are the stories of that student, and his use of this drug for sexual gain. It is a sunny summer morning in a beautiful part of middle america. We
come into a medium sized townhouse where we see a Man no older than 23 mixing up some delicious looking strawberry smoothies. Having just completed
the sweet drink he begins to tip it into 2 no-spill drink containers, one he immediately screws a pink lid onto. Into the other he slips a smallish
vial of clear, harmless looking fluid into before screwing on a blue lid. He smiles. Outside a car horn honks and through the window can be seen a
fiery red haired woman, waving at our man to head on out. He slips the smoothie containers into a tote bag and casually walks out, waving back to the
woman. “Setient! Great to see you, how's it going?” hey says to her. She replies, popping the passenger side door as she does “Oh y’know, stressful
week at the store, not much to say about it. Fun as always. Really excited for this hike though!”. “Yeah! I’m definitely super ready to tire myself
out up there. We’re gonna get some great views.” Setient smiles excitedly and pops the car into drive. “Me too Rubin110, me too”. The car starts
moving again and they begin the few hours journey to their destination. Rubin110 looks over while she’s distracted and takes in Setient’s body. She’s
a somewhat petite girl, thin, shortish, and modestly dressed. boobs looking in the range of medium B-cups, a thin waist and her only outright
provocative feature: a fairly wide set of hips cradled underneath by an appreciable ass. Above the neckline her short and bright red hair (dyed, the
two of them are about as alternative as folks get out here) accents a very sweet, cute face that had set many a boy or girls heart afire. Right now
though there was no one special in Setient’s life, hence the long morning hikes with Rubin110 to take up some of her free time. He knows there’s
nothing romantic between them. He isn’t really one for romance either way. He was just going to give her a little boost. Just a little boost and see
how she reacts to it. The first one he knew wouldn’t really affect her that much, and after a couple he thought, well, if she didn’t realize what he
was doing by then maybe she wanted more than a little boost. Did he know that was bullshit? Sure he did. “Oh hey do you want a smoothie? Brought us
each one, a little pre-hike treat”. He holds up the blue-lidded container and tips it towards her. “Oh sure that sounds great! And look at you
fighting gender norms” she chuckles as he takes out the pink one and snaps the lid. He grins back at her, in on the joke. And so they sip their
smoothies, finishing them completely before they even arrive at the trailhead. By the time she climbs in her bed that evening she’s entirely too tired
to notice the light swollenness and warm ache in her chest and pelvis. 2 and a half weeks later Some days after her shift but before she heads home
Rubin110 visits Setient at her job as a stocker and occasional courtesy clerk at the local supermarket. On this particular day though she seems more
interested in venting her frustrations at him than their usual light comedic banter. “It’s absurd! I pull my weight around here more than anyone
else, I give a shit about my job unlike the other dipshits here who act like it’s fuckin’ paid daycare, yet apparently when the pallet next to mine-”
She rises to a near shout “-the fucking pallet. Next! To! Mine! Doesn’t get done, I should have been doing my job right.” Now shouting “Derrecks
pallet! Not mine! It’s his! Mines done! His is half done! Fuck you!” She speaks to some imagined managerial figure, knowing the real night manager
is safelty out near the front of the store supervising. “Yeah fuck Derreck, that guy’s... an asshole. Motherfucker” Rubin110 reassures her. “Yeah
fucker. And a pervert too. Staring at my fucking ass. Hey Derreck there’s this thing called eyes I can fucking see yours! God damn this growth spurt
I’m going through, I never thought at 22 I’d still be, y’know. Filling out like this.” she quickly reddened slightly in the cheeks. “Yeah, yikes man
you’re really getting hit with it”. She emoted exaggeratedly and looked up towards the ceiling with her hands behind her head. Unlike the idiot
Derreck, Rubin110 knew how to stare at a woman's body undetected, a technique he had been utilizing frequently since Setient had greedily drunk down
two totally innocuous smoothies this month. In the span of just over a fortnight she had undergone some considerable changes in physique, while her
tits had grown considerably, they still only amounted to the smallish side of single D-cups, nothing to balk at but really they only stuck out a few
inches from her ribcage. Where the growth had been most noticeable so far had been in a lower region. Hips and an ass that had been provocative before
were now downright sexual, the pair of black jeans she had on at the moment stretched tight over them and her now fairly thick thighs, and when she
sat down in the plastic blue chair here in the back office of the supermarket, he’d watch in his periphery as she’d bulged just over the edge of the
it. even sitting down she was enough to get him excited. “I sure hope it slows down soon, or you’re gonna have to to start investing in some new
wardrobe pretty quick there. He said reaching into his bag. “Oh by the way do you want a soda?” he handed her a half liter of sprite.

Fundraising/Raising the Fun/Clear Plan: Rent

2018-07-10T05:04:42Z

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== Purpose ==

The first step in raising money for a new home is to figure out what that home should look like. We need a set of realistic real estate constraints and a comprehensive financial model to set our fundraising goals, and to demonstrate to individuals and organizations that donations to the Noisebridge new space fund will be carefully and considerately used.

Noisebridge is pursuing two independent plans in parallel to be maximally resilient: rent and buy. This document focuses on renting a new space.

== Real estate considerations ==

==== Requirements ====

* In San Francisco
* Many of our members use BART to get to the space
* Safe neighborhood for walking at night
* Sufficient space: > 5,500 square feet
* Acceptable zoning: we are a "Community Facility"
* At least 100A power supply
* Meets all accessibility requirements
** Elevator access or ground floor

== Cost model ==

* Cost of acquisition
** Fundraising: we are consulting with a professional fundraising firm "Scandiuzzi Krebs"
** Rent: we are investigating [https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1GNvhF__W23G3EbT5Hoif1p4okErR0yYVAH-M7iuvI3Y/edit#gid=0 many options], most of which are about $1.50 - $2.00 per square foot.
* Improvements and move
* Annual operating budget

[[Category:Fundraising]]

Back in 2003 I was finally able to get a vasectomy, and here are the facts you need to know.

It cost me $325.00 and that was without having any kind of insurance. $300 for the procedure, and $25 for the Tylenol prescription they gave me. I never had to take even one of them and threw the bottle away after it sat unused in my medicine cabinet for half a year.

It took 7 minutes, 4 seconds, and aside from the one little injection to numb the area, was completely painless. I’ve had worse pain from an unremarkable morning shave.

It took a weekend to heal, and I was back to work on Monday with no problems. I never had any bruising or swelling.

Within two weeks I was able to have normal sex again.

Within a month I was completely back to normal in every way, and without the use of a microscope even I couldn’t tell the difference.

Those are the facts, here is the story and the instructions for how YOU can take responsibility for your own life and jump out of the gene pool.

I contacted Dr. Kurt Helgerson in Kalamazoo, Michigan (where I was living at the time) and it turns out I got exceptionally lucky. There’s several ways to perform a vasectomy, but he had studied the “non-surgical vasectomy” which at the time was relatively rare in the US. It’s very popular in Asia and had been in use for years at the time (even more so now). A regular vasectomy is a pretty non-invasive very simple procedure to begin with. This was even better, you don’t even need a single stitch.

I will admit that the first time someone said “non surgical vasectomy” the image that came to my mind involved a concrete block and a ball-peen hammer, but thankfully that’s not how this worked at all.

I scheduled the appointment a couple weeks out and the first thing he did was talk to me for fifteen minutes trying to talk me out of it. A vasectomy isn’t readily reversible, this is a serious decision and commitment. While it is possible in most cases to reverse one, it’s worlds more complicated and expensive to undo. You’re talking microsurgery here, it’s a job. So you have to be absolutely certain that you’re serious about it. Given that I had known I’d wanted this since I was about 12 years old, that wasn’t a problem at all. He also instructed me to bring a pair of super close fitting underwear. Think man-panties. You won’t want boxers, or even your nice loose briefs. You want to look like you're smuggling grapes. Firm support is key and you really don’t want anything rattling around. The boys will have plenty of time to breathe later. For this adventure, you’re going to want to strap in.

I arrived on a Friday afternoon. Kurt schedules all of his vasectomies on Friday so that you have the weekend off work to heal. The first few days after are critical, so you want to make sure you don’t have to work or anything. You’re going to have a very chill, boring weekend. Plan on it.

I walked in, signed in at the desk, and my seat hadn’t even gotten warm before I was invited in to get to meet Kurt and get my butt up on the table.

I was more than a little nervous. Some guy is about to go rooting around in my sack, this isn’t a normal thing for me. Kurt was totally cool though and we talked. He asked me again if I was absolutely certain, and we began.

The show begins with dropping your pants and shedding any manner of pride, you won’t be needing either for the next ten minutes. Since we’re focusing on just the balls, and they’re tucked in behind what is usually the main attraction, Kurt just tossed that over my shoulder and taped it in place to establish a clear workspace. He grabbed a disposable razor and gingerly shaved about a 1-inch square front and center on my sack.

Now, this is usually the part where a normal guy would get very interested in the ceiling tiles or whatever is happening outside the window. I however, am a nerd, and was raised by parents who worked in emergency medicine. Besides, how often do you get to see inside your own ball sack? I had to watch.

The one and only bad part was about to begin. Kurt pulled out a needle roughly the size of a baseball bat. It was a victorian era weapon, with ornate brass handle, a stainless plunger, and glistening crystal syringe. I don’t know what the viscous neon-green substance was that filled it, but it sputtered and fizzed when drops of it hit the countertop and floor.

At least, that’s how it felt when he pulled out the little plastic syringe while working inches from my balls. Thankfully, he didn’t stick it anywhere near where I thought he was going to. Because as far as I knew, this show was all about the balls. It turns out, that for pain, you just have to run interference between the balls and the brain. I explained to the good Doctor that there had been a wide disconnect between my balls and my brain since high school. Despite my objections, he insisted I get the shot.

You know that crease where your leg meets your pelvis? It’s about there. And Kurt is a guy who knows how to rock out in a hip joint. I’ve had a lot of shots in my life, this one ranks between getting a shot in the arm, and getting a shot at the dentist. It’s certainly not something I’d like to do for fun; but it’s not that big a deal.

And that was the only painful or unpleasant part of the whole show. It’s also the end of the foreplay. Up to this point things were very relaxed, very chill. We chatted and waited a few moments for the anesthesia to kick in. Understand, this is just a local (it numbs a specific, small area) not a General (knocks you out) anesthesia. I was fully conscious and aware through the whole thing. I could watch if I wanted to, I just couldn’t feel anything he was doing.

His hands were moving with the skill and practise of a coin magician who had done a trick ten thousand times over decades. The next tool was always ready right where he needed it, and there were no wasted movements. I enjoy watching a skilled worker do anything from laying brick to carving marble, and Kurt was no exception.

Using what looked like a pair of 90-degree bent hemostats (that’s a roach clip for you stoners) he started. This pair wasn’t like a normal set though, the ends were sharpened down to points. With a flick of the wrist and in one smooth motion he inserted the points into the front of my sack and spread them open to make a very tiny hole. Scrotum skin is super stretchy, so instead of cutting a slit with a scalpel, he just made a little puncture and spread it open.

This is an incredible innovation. Because a puncture wound is a lot less damaging to the tissue than a laceration. Because he didn’t cut open a bunch of blood vessels, there’s less to heal and almost no bleeding at all. This guy just opened a hole in my sack, and there’s only a couple small drops of blood. I bled more from my sack just from losing a bet and having to shave it.

He reached in with what I am sure is some manner of highly specialised and expensive surgical tool, but I will never think of it as anything more than a crochet hook; and delicately pulled out a little tube. I was looking at one of my Vas Deferens! How cool is that! In seconds he secured it in two places, clipped in between, folded them over and installed a couple little stainless clips on each end. Then he gently put them back into the hole.

I now had STAINLESS STEEL IN MY BALL SACK. How badass is that :)

He grabbed his surgical crochet hook and fished out the other vas, and in a few seconds had cut and clipped the 2 ends of that one and put them back in the hole.

Then he removed the little needle-pliers and the hole just magically closed right back up. He put a bandaid and a cotton ball on the hole, the same as you’d get when you get your blood drawn. He untaped the anaconda from my back (which is good, as my shoulder was starting to get sore) and put everything back in place. I packed everything firmly into my manpanties and stood up.

Seven minutes and four seconds since we began. I was impressed.

Five minutes later after settling up at the counter and getting my prescription I was in the car and driving myself home.

These guys are German levels of efficient. Yet at no time was I hurried along or made to feel like a number, something that you get used to pretty fast in most medical situations. Kurt and his team were incredibly patient and understanding. I’m guessing they’re used to a lot of nervous guys who talk too much when they’re scared.

Not that I would do that…….I’m a rugged man of the sea…...wearing manpanties with a bandaid on my balls.

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I have always had very large, very saggy boobs. Like went from being flat to a C cup almost overnight at 13. and of course they just kept Growing. I have wanted this reduction since I was in my 20s but honestly have always been to scared to even look into it. 2 years ago I found a lump in my breast...told the Doctor even it it comes back all fine I want them gone anyway.It came back fine. She put in a request. I had a 6 month follow up mammogram, still looks good. Still hadn't heard from PS and was resigned to living with the pain and strain again. Then 6 weeks ago I got the call!! I had an appointment! Off I went.. consultation went great, we agreed that my frame is quite small to be carrying these giants around and that a small C sounds reasonable and quite doable.
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Current Consensus Items

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This is a page for hosting consensus items currently under debate, with their formal wording.

The [[Consensus_Items_History|Consensus Items History]] is the public record of consensus items that have been decided on in the past. Please move the records from the "Current" page to the "History" page once they've been approved/blocked.

{| class="wikitable sortable" border="1"
! Date First Discussed
! Proposed By
! Informal Title
! Summary
! Author of this Record

|-
| 22 May 2018
| Beka
| Philanthropy Renaming
| Rename Philanthropists to Daemons and update all the relevant related words in parallel ways.
| Beka

|-
| 22 May 2018
| Beka
| Document and Democratize Infrastructure
| My breasts increase in size about every 6 months or so. I am 27 so I'm developing late. Problem is I am stuck wearing painfully small bras because I cannot afford new ones all the time. Where can I get the cheapest bras possible?????????

I go to department stores bra sections as I always prefer a fitting. But how do I keep up with my bra size constantly changing. I went from 10A to 12A to 10B and now I'm wearing a 12B which fit me for about a month and now I'm in pain wearing them.
| Beka

|}

Lunetta Synthesis

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Curt sighed in frustration. He was miles away from home and
conceptually even further away from his goals. Attending the school of
Biological Sciences at the Mayo Research Institute in Rochester had been a
great opportunity ... and doing it at age 16 was an even greater honor.
The sandy-haired youth had been so bored with typical schooling, it had
even started to bring down his impressive G.P.A. back home in Montana. It
had been his parents and counselors who decided that early college
placement would be the appropriate setting for his studies.

Not that he felt that they were wrong ... he'd learned so much
during the past six months that he felt certain he'd gain his
undergraduate degree inside of three more years. The only problem wathat
he missed the familiar faces and comforts of home.

Leaning back in his dorm-standard chair, Curt sighed and turned
down the heat on the amino compound he'd been working on and ran his
fingers through his hair. It wasn't as if he didn't have anyone to talk
to; he called home every Sunday and even chatted with a couple of the guys
from BioChem after class on Tuesday and Thursday. He even had met
Christa... She was the type of girlfriend who almost made him feel
welcome and ... normal.

But being so far from home for the first time made him lonely. It
didn't matter how much he liked the studies or learning; he still missed
the familiar surroundings of home. Oh, a couple of times, he'd tried to
make his new home feel more like Montana, but Minnesota wasn't really his
cup of tea. He needed a confidant; someone to hold hands with and just
feel cared for. Christa filled that category, but any relationship with
her was probably predestined for failure.

It wasn't her fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Curt had
serious misgivings about himself. He wasn't really bad-looking; actually,
he would probably be considered handsome if he ever really concentrated on
his hair and clothes; but he was ... inadequate ... in other areas.

Three areas to be precise: His height, his penis and his balls.

All of them were under-developed to an extreme degree. Curt only
stood about 5'5" and really had to reach to get to the high shelves in the
dorm closet. All his life, he'd been too small to really get by as easily
as his friends who were easily half a foot taller than he was. It had
been a constant source of humiliation and embarrassment for him over the
years. But even more so was his genitalia. He'd only had sex twice in
high school and each time had ended the same way. The girls had been
kind, but he'd gained the reputation around school as being "Curt: The
Tiny Weenie Wonder".

Christa was no different. She treated Curt like he suspected
she'd treat anyone else, but that still couldn't conceal her
disappointment. When the two'd had sex a week ago and she acted like she
didn't mind. Except Curt recognized that look of disappointment in her
eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Curt even suspected she
was somewhat of a size fetishist, and knew that sex between them would
never be what either she or he wanted.

Ever since he was fourteen, he'd been measuring himself to see if
adolescence would catch him up to the other guys in the gym class locker
room. It had been a fruitless wait. Even now, halfway between 16 and 17
years old, his erection could only reach a maximum three and a half inches
long. His balls were similarly-sized, being about half the diameter of
ping pong balls. It was frustrating as well as humiliating. Why did he
have to be this way?

And why couldn't he change it?

For the past two months he'd been experimenting with baths of
amino acids and trace chemicals found in DNA strands linked to sexual
development. He'd tried countless experiments, but all his work was for
nothing ... so far. His research would probably get him kicked out of the
school if anyone found out; and since there was no cooking allowed in dorm
rooms, it was a constant risk of someone smelling the warming chemicals
and asking too many questions or complaining.

He'd tested each one of his concoctions with specially designed
litmus paper and chemical interaction mixes. Some had yielded more
promise than others, but nothing significant enough to risk using on
himself. Wearily, he checked the clock; it was nearly 2am. Shaking his
head, he dully added another five c.c.'s of Carbon-Hydroxide mixture #42
to the basic formula he'd concocted this week. If it worked, it should
turn blue. Down deep, he knew it wouldn't.

Through bleary eyes, he watched the particles partially dissolved
in the CHide drift into the amino bath along with the other compounds. He
turned up the flame beneath them. For several moments nothing happened
... then it began to change color.

Blue.

Curt blinked and straightened up in his chair. It had changed to
blue. Perfect blue without striations or lack of tint. Rubbing the sleep
out of his eyes, he peered closer for any signs of impurity. With a
nervous laugh he quickly recorded this last step in his journal and noted
the passage of the new compound by visual inspection. It was fantastic!

Quickly, he jumped up and spun around! He'd done it ... the
compound passed the color test ... every other one had failed! And yet...
His gaze went back to the blue liquid simmering away atop its flame. That
was just the first test. Lord only knew how the compound would effect a
living subject.

He walked over to the desk again and withdrew a tiny amount from
the vial with an eyedropper. Taking it into his bedroom, he put it on the
dresser by his bed to let it cool. Lying down, he thought about what he'd
have to do if he succeeded. Buy new pants, that was for sure! But how
big should he go? In some of his fantasies, he'd dreamt about being like
those porno stars he'd seen on some videos ... the guys who looked like
they were hung like ponies. Still, that could be difficult. There were
many women who didn't like large men; it would seriously limit his dating
range! Then again, he thought as he massaged his groin, he was doing this
for himself; not anyone else...

Daydreaming, he reached down to the tiny lump at his crotch and
began to massage his cock with his fingertips. Soon it would be
different; this would be the last time he came as the "Tiny Weenie
Wonder".

As he drifted off to sleep, the beaker in the next room continued
to simmer...

The electronic buzz of Curt's alarm clock brought him to instant
awareness. The night had passed quickly and it was nearly 9:00 Saturday
morning. Blearily, he pawed at the incessant clock until it stopped its
irritating noise. He'd woken with a hard-on (not surprising considering
the dreams he'd had the night before) and looked down at his feeble
erection.

With a hopeful smile, he patted his tiny member and stroked
himself for a few minutes. Allowing the erotic sensation to ripple over
him, he indulged his last waking dream for a few more minutes and reached
over to the eye dropper. It had cooled down and still held the dark blue
color.

"Here goes nothing..." he sarcastically muttered. Squeezing out a
few drops onto the tip of his erect penis, he massaged the oil-like fluid
over himself. A few more drops on his balls and he sat back in bed to see
if anything would happen. Minutes passed.

No tingling sensation, no warmth ... nothing.

Perhaps a larger dosage... After all, according to his
calculations, the amount in the eye dropper should give him a 200%
increase, and he'd only used a third of the total. Waiting for another
fifteen minutes just to be sure, he gently applied the remainder of the
solution.

Masturbating slowly, he rubbed the chemical into his flesh until a
thin, blue sheen covered his genitals. Slowly, Curt's skin absorbed the
liquid and his cock 'n balls returned to their former color. Still
watching, he set the timer on his alarm clock. Something should happen at
least within the first quarter-hour... That was one of the signs it would
be working. Time passed slowly.

Fifteen minutes went by ... then another fifteen.

No change.

Curt clenched his eyes shut as he felt his heart drop. He had
been so close... The DNA chemical discoveries, the amino bath ... even
the mass-increase problems. Everything had been worked out. He'd worked
on natural sex development for such a long time that...

He sat up suddenly. The amino bath!

Jumping out of bed stark naked, he ran into the main room of his
dorm. The flame was still burning and the Pyrex beaker had boiled down to
a thick, blue sludge on the bottom. Overnight, he'd boiled off at least
85% of the liquid contents of his material... With the expense of
replacing it, it would be weeks before he could afford to try again!
Dismay overcoming him, Curt capped the Bunsen burner and collapsed into
the overstuffed chair he kept by the window.

Blankly, he stared at the glop in the two-litre container he'd
cooked down over the past six hours. Deep inside a part of him didn't
want to believe he'd made such a thick-headed blunder. Still, there it
was; staring him in the face. He only had himself to blame. The
experiment was unsalvageable. Or was it.

The analytical part of Curt's mind started working on the problem.
Fueled by desperation, he slowly sat up and stared at the near-empty
beaker. True, most of the crucial amino-acids would've broken down under
that kind of sustained heat, but what if the key elements had already
finished their reaction? The remaining glop might have properties that
the batch from earlier lacked. Quickly taking the beaker, he ran it over
to the pan of room temperature water he kept on the window sill.
Immersing it slowly, he started cooling the boiled mixture.

Going back into the bedroom, he snapped up the eyedropper, his
calculator and a large petri dish. Most of the fluid had been lost; a
certain percentage of it must've been ruined by the long-term exposure.
However, he could theoretically calculate how much active ingredient may
be left in the blue sludge. Maybe enough for a valid test.

After a few moments, his fingers finished their trek across the
keypad. If his calculations were correct, there should be enough left in
the sludge for another three eyedroppers full! Anxiously, he checked the
temperature of the glop and filled the eyedropper. Sitting back in the
chair carefully, he lay he his balls and penis in the petri dish and
squeezed the contents of the eyedropper over himself.

It was still somewhat hot and Curt winced as he rubbed the thick
chemical over his genitals. Vigorously, he rubbed the stuff into his skin
until his flesh took on the same dark blue color as before. Quickly, he
checked the clock on the wall. 9:40.

A faint tingle seemed to seep into his penis as he sat and
watched. Still nothing happened. 9:50 came and went with no change ...
the tingle began to fade. Desperate, Curt grabbed the remaining glop and
poured it over his cock and began rubbing it in. The tingle remained, but
nothing happened. Soon, as the clock slowly etched its way to 10:20, the
feeling faded and left him with a blue-stained cock still the same small
size as ever...

Closing his eyes, he cursed his luck. He'd almost had it. It had
reacted like he thought it might, except for the lack of growth. It
shouldn't have been much, but there should've been something visible at
the early stage. Interaction with his own glands should've seen to
that... Sighing, he slowly got up. Fetching his clothes and a towel, he
walked down to the dorm showers around the corner.

Making sure that there was no one inside, he folded his clothes in
one of the cubicles and went into the large shower area. Quickly, he
started to wash the blue color off of his cock. It didn't seem to be
doing very well, but at least the erotic feelings showed him he could at
least still fantasize... More vigorously, he rubbed himself as he worked
the abnormal coloration out of his skin. Soon hard, he looked around. No
one in yet; most of the dorm guys slept in 'till at least Noon on
Saturday.

Sighing, Curt began stroking himself off.

Slowly, he began to feel a bit better about the whole situation;
he'd be able to continue ... it would just take a while. Stroke after
stroke brought him to the edge of cumming when, with a shock, he noticed
the tingle had come back. Looking down at his soap-covered member, he
could feel the tingle build as he built himself towards climax. Groaning
in pleasure, he continued more rapidly, pumping himself harder and faster.
Soon, with a roaring heat, the tingle seemed to explode into the most
sensual experience Curt had ever had. It felt like he was cumming, but he
couldn't.

Looking down, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was
growing! Eyeballing his size against his own hand, he was already at
least a half inch beyond his normal 3 1/2 and growing as he watched. He
stopped pumping himself as his balls tried to cum; but nothing happened.
Instead, the pressure seemed to build along his whole length and he just
continued to grow larger.

And larger.

Five inches came and went, as did six. Slowly, his hard-on got
thicker and longer as his tiny balls began to swell. It was like watching
a long, thick balloon slowly fill. The pressure was growing more and more
intense as seven inches neared. His balls were almost an inch and a half
across now as the pressure swelled and suddenly, released.

With orgasmic shock, Curt watched himself spray an arc of cum
across the shower room to the opposite wall, six feet away. Each spasm
shook him with uncontrolled sexual ecstasy as he continued to churn out
his juices. Gradually, the effect waned and left Curt panting in tired
relief. Slowly, he felt the tingle fade as he looked down to his
still-stiff member in his hands.

Enormously thick, his engorged cock was still throbbing at the
workout it had received. Easily spanning seven inches in length, Curt's
penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged
-exhausted from their exertions- an amazing three inches across each.
Curt smiled wearily in dumbfounded amazement. It was incredible! In
under ten minutes he'd grown to somewhat larger-than-normal proportions
with balls like tangerines...

It may not have been the size he'd been aiming for, but he'd
finally done it!

After washing down the opposite wall of the showers, Curt dried
himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Christa. He
had a real treat in store for her, and he couldn't wait to see her
response!

Christa enjoyed dinner at Mancuso's and it had been difficult for
Curt to sit with her through the movie afterwards, but now -sitting in
Christa's room at the house where she lived- he smiled as he sat down
across from her. It had taken getting used to, adjusting his larger cock
when he moved or sat, but it was a trial he'd more than be willing to put
up with. The other women that lived with Christa near campus were all out
that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Christa
sidled over to Curt and put her arm around his shoulders.

"So Curt... What was eating you all night?"

Curt looked a bit surprised that he'd been so obvious. Slowly, he
smiled. "Well, I was remembering last week; y'know, over at my dorm."

She smiled and shook her long, auburn hair out of its binder.
Quietly, she sidled over next to him and put an arm over his shoulder.
"Oh really? Maybe we shoulda ordered a pizza and video tape instead..."
Seductively, she nuzzled his neck and left tiny impressions of her kisses
along the side of his face.

A satisfied shudder of expectation made Curt blush as he encircled
her waist with his arm and returned her kiss. Both leaning back on
Christa's couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Christa was a bit
over-endowed, needing a custom-made bra for her volleyball-sized breasts;
she still pulled him tightly to her and began to massage Curt's lower
back. Curt could feel his recent endowments rising to attention in his
jeans, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Soon, as her hands began working
the bulge in his pants, she paused -looking a bit curious. With a half
smile, she patted Curt's crotch.

"C'mon Curt ... you don't need to 'pad your bra' with me."

Curt simply smiled. His excitement couldn't be held in check any
longer. "I didn't," he proclaimed ecstatically, "take a look..."

With deft hands and an amused look on her face, Christa undid the
zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder
on his underpants, Curt's erection stood out proudly. Christa gasped.

"That ... that's," she paused, looking for the right word,
"impossible!" She looked up at him, amazed. "Curt, what happened? You're
... bigger!"

Slowly, Curt pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged.
"It was an experiment; and it worked..."

Christa smiled, shaking her head in amazement. "I'll say! Holy
shit, Curt; this could be the cosmetic-surgery discovery of the decade!"
She paused, her intellectual amazement giving way to more sexual thoughts.
"Is it ... is it, safe to touch?"

Curt stretched his arms back and slipped his hands around her
waist. Slowly, her tight sweater pulled off her body, revealing her
tight, flat stomach; her enormous, ample cleavage; and overall, her
perfect, clear complexion. Tossing the sweater to one side, Curt leaned
forward and tentatively kissed her cheek. "It's as safe as always... Do
you like 'big'?"

Taking back her confidence and control of the conversation,
Christa slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Curt's penis. "Does that
answer your question?" she asked as she licked the tip again.

Curt's temporary control and pride dwindled under her
ministrations as he dumbly nodded to the ecstasy she delivered. Rising,
she pulled off his shirt and the rest of her clothes, laying them on the
arm of the sofa. "Actually," she said, "I've loved 'big' for a looooong
time. You just can't admit it in public ... it's not 'Politically
Correct' for a woman to like guys who are hung like horses..." She paused
as she licked his erection again. "...or even Bigger..." With a deep
thrust, Christa suddenly wrapped her lips entirely around his penis and
took his seven inches deep within her throat. Rising for air, she looked
him in the eye, "I mean, you may not be 'horse-like'; but bigger than you
were and that's Definitely better!"

The slight feeling of inadequacy Curt felt at her comment about
him still not being up-to-size quickly faded as she began to lick his
engorged tip and run her mouth up and down his shaft. Tenderly, she took
his small-orange-sized balls and squeezed them. Continuously, his hips
ground against her as she administered to him orally and sucked his cock
like a milking machine. The tingle in his penis grew as his balls seemed
to churn amidst the attention. Her pumping grew more and more frenzied as
she squeezed him tighter and harder.

Her enormous, breasts -nipples hardened to the size of her thumb
tips- brushed enticingly against his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, he fondled
her soft flesh; gently caressing the aureoles and heavy curve beneath
them. Slowly, the pressure built up inside him and he knew he was going
to cum. Breaths coming in short pants, he struggled to gasp out "I'm
cumming ... Christa..."

But he didn't.

The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a
quasi-orgasm. Christa's eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Curt's
cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Curt's erection began to
push deeper into Christa's mouth and throat. Her eyes widened in
amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Christa continued to
suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, she drew on his cock, as Curt
watched his member swell between her lips. Continuously, he grew longer
and thicker, as his balls began to strain against her hands. Soon, his
testicles swelling past the size of oranges, his pubic hair began growing
in a massive tangle around his genitals.

Still, his cock grew.

Eight inches ... Nine, and still growing. His erection was now
half as thick as his own wrist as -with a grunt of sexual ecstasy- he
began to spurt enormous quantities of cum into Christa's throat.
Greedily, she slurped and sucked on him as the tingle began to fade. Drop
by drop, she tried to stem the stream, but enormous quantities spilled out
from around her mouth. Nearly a minute passed, as Curt reached and
exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as she could,
Christa squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him.
Spurting over her lips, face and hair, Curt's orgasm gradually subsided,
leaving him still shaking with pleasure.

Gasping for air, Christa wiped her mouth on the back of her hand
and looked at Curt, stunned. "That's ... that's some experiment!" she
gasped.

Curt looked at his erection, amazed. "I thought it had stopped
earlier... My God, I'm huge!" Tentatively, he touched his engorged tip
and patted it with his finger tips. It bobbed slightly as he stood up.

Picking up a tape measure from the hall desk, Christa quickly came
over to Curt and measured him. She let out a low whistle of appreciation
at his new length as she wrapped the tape measure around his shaft. She
looked up at him... "Curt, you've grown to eleven inches long and
five-and-a-half inches around." She did some quick mental math. "Jesus,
Curt. You're almost two inches thick! What was in that stuff you
experimented with?"

Curt shrugged. "A variety of organic compounds normally found in
DNA patterns associated with sexual development. I mean, I had to also
add synthetic hormones and dissolve it all in an amino acid bath, but I
didn't expect this sort of reaction... Earlier, it enlarged me quite a
bit ... over a fifty-percent increase. This isn't that much of an
increase compared to the first growth spurt, but I never expected..."

"Are you saying that you'll get bigger every time you climax?"

The abrupt question brought Curt to a sudden stop. In truth, he
had tried to tie the growth to hormonal and stress levels in the body and
appropriate glands, but could it be true? He shuddered to think about it.
Even if the percentage growth was less each time, he could be gargantuan
in a very short time... True, he'd fantasized about elephantine
proportions and even beyond, but in Real Life...

He looked at Christa, uncertain. "I really don't know. It wasn't
as big an increase as the last time, so it may be just residual effects.
Y'see, I was aiming for something around fourteen to sixteen inches..."
Christa looked at him stunned and with a half-smile.

"Not bad..." she murmured. Brightening, she tapped his still-stiff
member, "I guess we'll have to test that theory ... get on the bed."

Curt looked surprised. "But ... but Christa. I mean, what if I
*do keep getting bigger? This could be a catastrophe!"

With raised eyebrows and lick of her lips, Christa smiled. "Tell
me about it..." Pressing her massive breasts against his chest, she slowly
rubbed her flesh over his, enticing him. Seemingly, the compound had also
given him extra stamina, because his enlarged penis began to rise again.
She smiled coyly as she felt his manhood press against her inner thigh.
"I mean, if things got too bad, you could create a reverse formula,
couldn't you?"

Curt thought about it for a second. It was somewhat unfair;
Christa's ample endowments were clouding his judgment along with her
implied promise of even more sex... Still, he was pretty sure he
understood the principles behind the enlargement. In fact, he thought as
he began to massage her hard nipples, he was sure he could undo it... In
response to her, Curt simply nodded.

Taking his nod as an assent, Christa quickly swept the smaller man
up and hoisted him over to the bed. Swinging him in a broad arc, she
slung him down with a whoosh of air from her soft mattress. With a
continuous, smooth motion, she swept down and pounced on him like a cat on
a tiny, frightened rabbit. Her knees flanking his hips and her hands
planted on either side of his shoulders, she looked down on him with a
playful look of glee. Curt couldn't think of anything to say ... he'd
never seen her like this!

Slowly, she ran her fingers down his chest, gently massaging his
tense muscles. Enticingly, she continued to follow his muscular contours
down to his now rock-hard groin. With a conspiratorial smile, she leaned
forward -her breasts resting against his lower legs- and licked his
engorged tip. Gradually, Christa moved up and down Curt's erection; every
second pausing to deliver a tiny, enticing lick to him. Curt clenched his
eyes shut as he drew in each successive breath with a shudder.

Lingering gently, Christa planted a series of successively more
lengthy kisses with her supple lips along the length of his shaft. Her
eyes half-closed in erotic pleasure, she ran her tongue around the tip of
his cock, following the ridge of its head. She paused only a second to
look Curt in the eyes before parting her lips slightly and sucking on his
engorged mushroom-like head. Her tongue roaming around the surface of his
cock, Christa pumped her mouth repeatedly up and down his shaft.
Uncontrollably, Curt began to buck his hips gently against her face while
his short, deep breaths became soft moans of ecstasy.

Slowly, she sucked him deeper and deeper, until he could feel the
contours of her throat wrapping itself around his eleven-inch boner. His
grunts and groans came louder as he began to grind more heavily into her
luscious lips. She barely was able to fit her mouth around the width of
his shaft at its base as he pumped and bucked under her oral care.
Indeed, his balls -bouncing madly against his thighs- were each more than
she could've taken into her mouth. Slowly, she pulled back from him -lips
lingering tantalizingly- leaving his throbbing cock wanting her return.

With another smile, she leaned down further and sucked on his
balls, while her hands slowly stroked his erection. Pausing, she smiled
up at him. "Is Little Curt ready to get big for me?" she asked teasingly.
Curt could only nod dumbly, fearing that she might not resume. Smiling
broadly, she slowly rose to her knees and placed her cunt over his massive
tip.

Closing her eyes in anticipation, she slowly lowered herself down
over his erection. A sharp intake of breath was the only outward sign of
how she felt to have his massive cock enter her body. With hands
quivering in ecstasy, she guided Curt's palms to her breasts as she began
to ride him up and down. Deep inside his balls, Curt could feel the
tingle of the fluid begin to build.

He pressed against her breasts slowly, massaging them as he moaned
aloud to her gyrations. Each thrust sent tiny electrical sparks of
pleasure down his penis into his balls, seemingly feeding the tingle
already there. With ecstatic vigor, Curt pressed and massaged Christa's
breasts, fondling her hard nipples and caressing her Enormous Endowments.
The tingling in his balls grew.

Soon, the now-familiar tingling began to spread as he felt himself
ready to cum. Christa, riding his erection like a jockey, began to
breathe in loud, grunting barks. Forcing himself to watch, Curt glanced
at the portion of his cock that Christa hadn't taken into her already.
Sure enough, it was growing! Slowly, he felt his balls swell, going from
the size of small oranges upwards towards the 'baseball' category. Spurts
of cum started to erupt from his cock deep inside Christa's cunt as his
shaft bgan to grow longer and thicker. Curt clenched his eyes shut and
let the feeling wash over him. The growth was so erotic, Curt didn't know
if he wanted it to stop ... ever.

Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker,
spreading Christa's cunt ever wider in its wake. Both of her hands came
down to grip the base of his cock as she looked down in disbelief. At
least six inches were outside of her now, and she had taken him nearly all
the way before. Curt opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was
growing even faster this time! His cumming continued to make him buck
like a bronco as his shaft grew ever more horse-like. Thicker and longer
-twined with huge, thick veins- his erection plowed into Christa's tight
bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.

"Ahhh! Curt! Omigod ... you're goin' too ... far!"

Drastically, Curt tried to pull himself out of Christa before he
hurt her. Her moaning and bucking were intense and -just before he could-
he felt himself hit a massive climax. Rigid, he watched as his cock
rocketed upwards in size, spreading her cunt lips and making her squeal
half in pain, half in ecstasy. His balls pumped and churned as they lay
heavy on his thighs. In shock he looked at them, tangled in their mass of
pubic hair. Each was larger than a large grapefruit! His shaft had to be
at least three and a half inches across and nearly sixteen inches long!
The spasm began to fade, but the tingling in his balls remained. Orgasm
subsiding, Curt felt his body grow limp in its wake.

Slowly, Christa pulled off of him and slumped next to him on her
bed.

His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole.
Gobs of his cum dripped from Christa's stretched cunt as she panted for
breath and rubbed her delicate hands over Curt's chest. Opening her eyes,
she glanced at Curt's waist and shook her head slowly. "God, Curt... I
don't believe it." She smiled, and nuzzled the smaller man's neck -her
glistening breasts pressing against his chest. "Th' bigger th' better,
I've always said... I don't think I've Ever been this turned-on!"

Curt returned her smile and kissed Christa gently on the cheek.
He tenderly stroked her breasts, fingertips lingering on her aureoles and
nipples. "Yeah, but any bigger and only a Clydesdale would be able to
take all of me..."

Christa shrugged as she nestled into the size of Curt's body.
"Maybe," she said conspiratorially, "that wouldn't be all that bad." With
that cryptic remark, Christa closed her eyes and gently drifted off to an
erotic sleep.

The next few days were difficult. Even when not erect, Curt's new
endowments were extremely obvious. His penis hung all the way to his
knees and was nearly as thick as a peppermill. Still, that was the least
of his problems. It was possibly due to the extreme exposure his balls
had been given to the original formula, but they'd been growing at an even
faster rate than the rest of him. Each was the size of a grapefruit and
always seemed to carry the tell-tale signs of that tingling sensation
-together they spanned nearly a foot from side-to-side in front of his
groin. It wasn't easy to conceal his massive endowments.

It also hadn't been easy to resist Christa's advancements. She
was so turned on by his recent growth, he wasn't sure she would ever stop
making him bigger. She'd offered to tit-fuck him if he ever got too big,
and to masturbate him if it went much further beyond that. Curt had to
admit, it was extremely tempting... But until he knew he could reverse
the formula, he didn't dare give himself over to that temptation...

Not when the last growth spurt had so radically increased his
size, and the tingle still hadn't gone away...!

Mostly, he got by during the next week by wearing no pants around
his dorm room, but squeezing into a pair of Zubas whenever he had a class.
Still, he got stares and more than a few proposals from some of the
prettier women (and a few of the guys) in BioChem lab. Still, he'd almost
had to cash in on a few of those "favors" to get help swiping the
necessary compounds from the storage locker. Luckily, with his standing
in class, it was easy to stay late "working" on a project and being
allowed to "lock-up" after himself.

Now, after about a week, he thought he may have the solution.

The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and
semen production. In other words, the more he came, the bigger he got.
Curt also thought that he may get bigger if his cock was in direct contact
with a woman's vaginal juices. Why that would be the case was still a
mystery to him ... in addition to the twin questions of where the extra
mass had come from so quickly and why he could still get 16" erections as
easily as 3 inches... Technically, the blood requirements would be too
high, and he should've been getting light-headed.

His cursory examination of himself showed a development of muscle
and ligament tissue along the length of his shaft, and that could account
for his amazing erections, but he couldn't confirm it. Nonetheless, he
thought as he looked at the light blue liquid, this seemed to be
appropriate to reverse whatever effects had been caused by the original
fluid. Christa wouldn't be happy, but he had to think of living a normal
life rather than a horse-like stud! Still, it wouldn't hurt for one last
time.

As Curt carefully turned off the Bunsen burner and went to sleep,
he didn't notice the shadowed form slip in through his open window and
walk slowly towards his desk...

Curt's balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of
Christa's car at her parent's cabin on Lake Hutton. The sky was clear and
the deeper blue that comes with Evening in Northern Minnesota; the
reflection of the sun off the narrow stream that bubbled down the hill
next to the cabin into the lake was enchanting. Christa was still
somewhat down since he'd told her that he had developed the reverse
formula and would use it after they had made out this last time. As she
had said, she really liked men who were freakishly large...

Curt had just smiled past the word "freakishly" and let it go at
that.

Christa opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down
the bag of groceries on the counter nearby. The place was huge. Curt let
out a low whistle of breath as he surveyed the scene. At least ten
trestle tables filled the room beyond the small kitchen in a grand hall
that reminded him of Beowulf's "Herot". A small balcony ran around the
room about a story overhead and numerous small doors led off from the main
hall into the private bedrooms that filled this place. Christa hadn't
been kidding when she'd told him her father had liked to hunt with a "few"
friends every autumn.

The fact that this hunting lodge could house at least thirty men
and their equipment was something she hadn't mentioned. Nearby, a wooden
sign declared the room rates for the weekend during hunting season.
Apparently, her father also made a tidy sum on the place too...

Christa smiled as she pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Curt
had brought from his dorm room. It was more than twelve times what he
needed, but it wasn't as concentrated as the original formula. He'd just
have to keep adding it until he got it right. Christa shook her head.

"Y'know, guys all over the country would kill to have your problem;
and you're going to give it all up..."

Curt shook his head with a crooked grin. "Well, if I get any
bigger, I'll start having problems walking. The idea of being hung like
the Eifel Tower may interest me, but not until I can get things under
control!" He chuckled and started bringing in the suitcases from the
porch. Christa simply grinned as she watched him work and the mass of his
groin shift around in his pants.

Curt finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to
join Christa back in the kitchen. She stood not far from him with her
back to the broad double-doors. Curt started feeling nervous again.
Sheesh! She was insatiable! Slowly, she pulled off her sweater revealing
her massive, heavy assets. Slowly, she swung the doors shut behind her
and sauntered towards Curt. Running her fingers along the side of his
neck, she gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.

"Christa..."

She shushed him with a single finger and kissed him lightly on the
lips. "Shhh... If we're gonna make the most of this weekend, we're
starting now..."

Slowly, Christa pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of
Curt's body, and rested her ample breasts in his hands. Curt happily
stroked and fondled them as Christa gently massaged Curt's 16-incher
through the material of his jeans. Curt drew three rapid, deep breaths of
shuddering pleasure as Christa's talented fingers probed his
grapefruit-sized balls. As she bent her face down to plant her lips on
his, she deftly undid his button-fly Zubas and pulled down his underwear.

At first, his massive organ got caught in the elastic binder,
making him wince slightly. Christa smiled at his expression and pulled
back from his eager hands to watch what she was doing more carefully.
Gently, she licked his engorged knob and pulled his pants off the rest of
his legs. More quickly then, she removed his shirt and the rest of her
own clothing so the two rested naked on the king-sized bed. Curt's
enormous flagpole stood at attention to Christa's ministrations as she
licked his knob and repeatedly squeezed his semen-heavy balls. The
tingle, which had been there constantly since the last time they made out,
started to increase even more.

Slowly though, Christa pulled her mouth away from his cock and
slowly rubbed it down her naked chest, between her breasts and gradually
across her flat, tight belly. Rising to her knees, she slowly lowered
herself down around the monster organ with a look of ecstatic glee on her
face. Curt couldn't say anything. It felt too good. He just hoped she'd
be able to handle what he became next...

Grinding slowly against her cunt, Curt watched as she devoured
inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven. Finally ten,
eleven and twelve. Curt could feel the round end of his prick start
bouncing against the inner wall of Christa's cervix, as she took in all
she could length-wise. Lowering her hands to the six inches remaining
outside, she stroked his erection as she fucked the upper foot. Still the
tingling grew.

With a deep moan, Curt could feel the spunk churning in his balls.
"Watch ... watch out ... Christa. <pant> Here ... here <grunt!> I ...
cum...!" The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with
lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Curt watched as his rod
began to grow again. And grow...

And Grow...

And GROW...

Inch by inch, his erection grew longer and thicker. He could
scarcely believe it. He watched as his once-small penis broke all
boundaries. Past eighteen inches ... past twenty... Curt's balls bucked
and pumped their contents into Christa's vagina with a force like a garden
hose. Spurts of semen squirted from around his embedded cock as it grew
wider and thicker; stretching Christa's cunt ever further. Christa wasn't
getting off... She stayed glued to his boner, riding it like a horse and
crying out in ecstasy as she was expanded beyond belief.

Twenty-two inches passed and twenty-four neared as Christa was
forced halfway to her feet by the rapid progression. Curt's cock, now at
least four inches across continued to expand. Curt gasped as his gaze
settled farther down. His balls were enormous.

The two large sacks bounced and jiggled like bowling-ball sized
water balloons! More and more cum leaked from Christa's orifice as she
rode and bucked with Curt's hips. Finally, with a look of pain -or
perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible- Christa pushed with all
her strength against the bed and pulled her cunt off Curt's expanding
member. Cum spurted up her body, across her tits and drenching her hair.
Still growing, Curt watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well
into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever
so slowly, Curt felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its
normal, background level.

Weary and panting, Curt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed.
He could feel his still-stiff pole waving in the gentle breeze of the
air-conditioning. Absently, he felt Christa touch his rod softly. He
opened his eyes to watch her gently measure along his length and then his
balls. She was covered in sweat, cum and excitement. She looked more
turned-on than Curt thought a person could look.

She glanced up triumphantly. "My God Curt! You've broken all the
records! Twenty-six inches long ... twenty-six, Curt! Your balls are as
big as basketballs and your width is," she measured quickly across his
still engorged knob, "six inches across!" She glanced down at the base of
his rod and smiled. "An' that's only the tip ... you're at least a good
two inches thicker at the base!" Wiping a handful of cum off her face,
Christa proceeded to slowly slurp it up. "You always make the best
dinners," she said coyly.

Curt sat up as his cock deflated and started to hand heavily
across his lap. It took a full two minutes for the erection to go down.
Gingerly, so as not to knock his giant's balls against his knees, his
swung his feet over the bedside. His dick must've weighed close to
fifteen pounds! Swinging it over the edge, he could feel it pull heavily
against his midsection and his balls knock together enticingly. Curt
winced as the tingle got momentarily stronger. He could almost feel
himself start to rise to attention again. Gritting his teeth and forcing
himself to remain un-aroused, Curt patted Christa's shoulder. "Look ...
it's getting tough to resist more sex. Can you get the formula in here
now?"

Broken from her size-induced revelry in Curt's cum, Christa looked
momentarily distracted and crestfallen. Then, with a slow, weary nod of
her head, she walked out of the room to return after a minute with Curt's
mason-jar-sized beaker. "Well," he said as he dipped a corner of the bed
sheet into the mixture, "say 'goodbye' to 'junior'..." With that, he began
dabbing the blue liquid over his penis and testicles. It didn't seem to
be drying right away, like the first formula, but it did stain his skin
similarly. After several minutes of generous application, Curt lay back
on the bed and waited.

And waited.

And Waited...

An hour passed with no effect. The tingle was still there. A
cold chill descended on his heart as he began to suspect that his work had
failed like last time...

'Like last time...' The thought raced through his head. Christa
was lying next to him gently rubbing his back. "Christa..." She looked up
into his eyes slowly.

Curt cleared his throat. "Christa; last time I created this
formula, it needed stimulation to work ... this time may be the same."
Christa nodded, a small smile growing on her face as she realized where
this was heading. "I also used a concentrated version. I want to know if
you'd like to give me a little ... hand here."

Christa's smile broadened as she nodded assent. She moved to a
position straddling Curt's chest and planted both her arms above his
shoulders. "Sure ... but this time," she made a rapid motion behind his
field of vision, "we do it my way." In a second, a loose strap had been
looped around each of Curt's wrists, pinning his arms in place above his
head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on
one of Curt's balls in the process), she likewise snared his feet and tied
them in place.

"Christa? What're you..."

"Hold on Curt!" she interrupted. "Let me try this... Do you agree
to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?"

Curt's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Christa was
getting at. After all, it was obvious that was what he had just asked
her. Slowly, he answered, "yes..." She smiled triumphantly.

"Just remember you said that..." And she started to lick and pump
him back to a full erection. Curt moaned in pleasure, and watched her as
she went. It took two hands, but after a few minutes, she stopped and
left the room. A minute later, she returned with a massive, six-foot tall
foam-rubber cylinder attached to a pulley and some rope. Still smiling,
she looped the pulley up and over the ceiling beam that crossed the room
twelve feet overhead. Then, she tied the ropes -around the bed frame
beneath him- to Curt's hips. Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder
down and slid it over Curt's erection. Fastening hit around his hips as
well. The whole system was tight.

With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, she said "Let the games
begin..."

The tube descended along Curt's shaft, erotically caressing its
entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Curt thought, I've even got room
to spare! As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous
pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his
legs, Christa fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase,
as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy
again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.

It didn't. Instead, he began to grow again. Inwardly, he
screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it
spiraling to new heights of ecstasy. Now, his erection truly resembled a
horse-sized schlong. Even bigger. As he pumped and came, he watched the
base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least
ten inches. He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube
that his cock was at least a foot longer. Christa laughed in delight.
Curt's balls had expanded to beach-ball size. There was no way he could
walk now ... not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around
in. Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow
out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.

The harness kept pumping.

"Christa ... take it off; it's not working!"

"Oh it's working all-right," she responded, indicating the pulley
and rope.

"That's not what I mean!" Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking
drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it
didn't work!"

Christa smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the
other night..."

Curt's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You
replaced it? <gasp> With what?"

Christa shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real
formula in the next room."

Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As
confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Christa, the sensations of
erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy
the helpless growth... Christa walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the
bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face. Tentatively, Curt's
tongue wandered over her lush surface, searching out the sweat and salt on
her skin. Smiling, she gradually pulled backwards and grabbed her
sweater.

Curt looked at her confused. "Christa...?"

With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the
double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Curt... I'll be back." She
paused and looked back through the door as she left. "After you've had a
little time to grow on me..." With that, she shut the door and left.

Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.

And again... And again... And again... And again...

Christa opened the door to her father's hunting lodge with a light
feeling in her heart. She'd taken her time shopping for the groceries
they'd need this weekend, but then she'd also taken great delight in
imagining how big Curt would get in her absence. From the kitchen, she
could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom. Smiling,
she put the groceries away and pulled off her clothes. Sultrily, she
walked towards the door.

And stepped in cum.

Surprised, she looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that
oozed from under the door. Holy shit, she thought, how far had he gone?
She'd only been gone a couple hours... Rapidly she flung open the doors
and then stood, staring in erotic fascination. Large droplets of cum
covered the ceiling, support beams, walls, bed and windows. The puddle in
the room was about six inches deep and still warm. Curt had really grown.

The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount
even Christa hadn't expected. The pulley's still worked, but very
slightly ... Curt's hips couldn't lift up against his five-foot diameter
testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys. His cock, massive
enough when she'd left, strained at it's foam rubber prison ... three full
feet across and sixteen feet long! Massive, blue veins crisscrossed his
massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation. Little Curt
was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like
a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and ...
aroused.

He smiled gently at her as she stepped tenuously into his field of
vision. "I knew you'd get back." He glanced his eyes over the length of
his penis. "Long line at Rainbow?"

Christa smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest,
face and hair. The large plastic bag she'd put over the top of the tube
had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room. His semen
was still warm and delicious. She wrapped her arms around his body and
undid the straps. Slowly, she removed the equipment and peeled the last
remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it
huge!

With trepidation, she pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on
the underside of it's head. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the length of
his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum
glistening on its broad surface. She turned to Curt, "well, I got my
wish... Wait here..." With that, she left the room.

Curt raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"

A second later she returned. Curt could hear her enter, but
couldn't see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in
the last two hours, he was still horny ... it was strange but oddly
pleasurable. Vaguely, he wondered if he'd ever be un-horny again.

Christa walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile she
shrugged, "I guess you've earned this..." Slowly, she moved to start
dabbing it on his erection.

"Wait."

Surprised, Christa looked up.

Curt smiled half-crooked. "I thought we had several days up here
... no reason to go so fast..." Christa looked at Curt, clearly surprised.
He laughed at her expression. "Well, what did you expect? I thought you
wanted to see how big I could get? Let's see what this baby can do..."

Christa smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making
sure that the bed had rollers she opened the double doors to the main
hall. They'd need plenty of room for what she had in mind...

Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and
ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped
the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the
table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain
about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn't really care.

His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the
huge three-footer tucked away beneath them. With balls the size of
volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he'd become, but he'd have to
learn to live with it. Christa watched him walk with amusement and a
seductive gleam in her eye. Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than
anything on two legs, she was always in the mood.

It was three weeks later.

Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and
served their dinner. It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations
to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this
impossible size. Still, it could've been worse...

This was the first time they'd been able to get alone together in
weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had
the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their
every, carnal desire.

"You ready for this break?" asked Christa through a mouthful of
salad.

Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on her
plate. "Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear ... I'll be glad to take a break
for a few weeks..."

Christa paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't
understand ... are you really ready?"

Curt put down the spoons he'd been using and crossed his arms.
"We discussed this, no more size games with my prick ... I'm lucky it
reduced to the size it did! Understand?"

"O.K. ... o.k. ... Can't blame a girl for trying, can ya?"

Curt chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes. "No
... I suppose I can't..."

Christa stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. "This is
really good, Curt. You learn this recipe at home?"

"Oh no ... Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me." He paused
to sip from his Coke. "Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself..."

"Really?" She munched another mouthful, enjoying the play of
flavors and spices. "It's really good ... 's gotta 'tang' to it that I
don't recognize."

Curt smiled slowly. "Oh, that's the special ingredient..." Again
he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching
Christa's chest...

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I'm Darryl, tho on IRC and Slack I go by Augur. Not auger with an e, but augur with a u. Two u's actually. On Twitter and Github, I'm psygnisfive. My email address is psygnisfive@yahoo.com.

At the time of writing (2016-12-1), I'm working on various personal projects at Noisebridge, including a rod logic computer, a robotic snake arm, an open-ended vacuum tube/chamber, and a mini semiconductor fabrication project. I also teach people how to use the laser cutter.

I also work on AI (http://www.languagengine.co) and programming language theory/type theory (both recreationally, and as a researcher at IOHK.io).

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* I have always been extremely busty since I was 11. By the time I was 13 I was a 32D but only 85 lbs. By the time I graduated high school I was a full 34D (some bras I busted out of) and only 91 lbs. Fast forward to marriage and first child...I was a 34G and had to have specialty bras designed for nursing my daughter. I also had inverted nipples at that time too. I tried to have a breast reduction over 15 years ago and the plastic surgeon said due to insurance requirements he would have to make me an "A" cup. I wasn't ready for that. Fast forward to now... And two more babies and some weight gain and now I'm a 36F. I'm in so much pain I hunch my shoulders and the back spasms are unreal. I also have severe body dysmorphia and really don't want to be seen in public bc I am ALL BOOBS. I

* I have had huge boobs since I was 13. They caused me physical pain. They were cumbersome. They were ridiculously out of proportion with my body no matter my weight. At just 13 I was getting creepy attention from men. My mom and sisters had B cups and I probably had Fs in high school. I don't know the exact size because I didn't even know about bra options for ridiculous boobs.
I was just a bit pudgey as a child and I started budding a pair of small boobs probably around 8 years old. They just kept coming in quietly under my frumpy tomboy middle school clothes until they took over my life.

* Fast forward to my late teens-early 20s when I really started paying attention to my weight and figure. When I lost a bit of weight, they went down to a manageable-ish size. Probably DDs or so. Still excessive on a smaller frame.
At 23 I started weight training and bodybuilding with my fitness pro personal trainer. The bodybuilding diet and training emphasized fat loss. All the fat in my boobs got burned off and I ended up with deflated C-cup "flaps".
It was a weird time in my life. My body changed so much and so suddenly. My identity had been tied up so much in my boobs and then they were ugly and weird. I made the choice to have IMPLANTS and got them right away.
I maintained a very low body far percentage for a couple years at the sacrifice of my sanity.
Once I started eating normally (healthy but not obsessive) and living life for myself, my body deposited my fat right back to my boobs, leaving me with GIANT boobs again. As big as they were in early high school. I am currently carrying around a solid G to H cup and I look like a cartoon.

* I was flat in 5th grade and a C cup by 6th, DD by high scool graduation and hated how big I was even then and fantasized about this surgery (Now I would love to be 140lb and a DD cup again.). I knew I wanted to wait until I was done with pregnancy and breastfeeding to consider reduction. And those two pregnancies ballooned my boobs up to 36HH and 36L and they never really recovered, even when I weighed 155lb I was just as big. I do have an IUD, which might account for a few extra pounds, but like so many of you, even if I lose weight my boobs stay just stupid huge.

* I started wearing a bra in the 3rd grade. By 5th grade I was a 36C. Now at 39 I squeeze into a 40 DDD. My family dr told me to order them online, but I dont think she understands how difficult that would be. My entire life people have commented on how large my breasts are. Thank you for bringing that to my attention! I didnt realize!

* So I had developed breasts as early as 9 years of age. It was never fun for me. I was a C cup by 6th grade, and a D cup by 8th. I joined cross country when I was 14 going on 15 the summer before freshman year of high school. I already had grooves in my shoulders (I’m very petite; 5’1” 90 pounds at this time). I had to start birth control pills to regulate my hormone and ovarian cysts, which caused me to gain weight, especially in my breasts. So at 15 I had 32DD breasts. At age 18 I ended up with 36DD breasts and those stayed until I got pregnant, for which I don’t know what size I was while breast feeding because my F bras were too small and I was tired of buying bras, but afterwards I ended at a 38F cup.

* . My large chest has definitely caused me some physical pain... I can't even imagine the prospect of running down the stairs, or in a race where I have less than 3 bras on. (After reading through a lot of your reviews on here I have noticed and appreciate that I am not the only one to wear three bras to do physical activity). But what has really affected me more than anything is the fact that everyone seems to have an opinion that needs to be stated about my chest. I have never seen anyone else in my life treated this way over their body.. but here I am, always the topic of discussion because I've got large breasts. They are heavy and they hurt, and it brings me a lot of unwanted attention. I get the impression that men find me less smart, or they will be extra flirty with me because of my chest. Men often assume that I want to show them off and want to send them pictures of my breasts or that I am an easy lay even though I have been with the same man for 11 years. It definitely stops no one from saying what is truly on their minds. Apparently all of my personality has lied in my breasts my whole life. One one side, I think that it can't possibly be true... but on the other side I wonder if it is??
As a teenager I was often told that all I was was a big pair of tits on legs. My son has described me as boobs and glasses.....This all plays a very psychological game in my head.
How many times have I been to a pool or beach and had my tits all up in my throat and people are staring at me. I'm covered up to the best of my ability but fat floats and there isn't much room in most bathing suits to cover my chest up properly

* I've been about a 34J my entire teenage ears (starting at 13 or so) but when I had my son my breasts grew to a K and basically we're down to my belly button. Being unable to find stuff to wear meant that I wore mostly stretchy stuff and my self esteem plummeted.

* I am 5’4 and 198 pounds and I am so tired of these large heavy breasts. I was always a small girl with a flat chest until I hit my 30s, then I put on weight and my breasts started to grow and never stopped.

* Some daysbit feels like my shoulders are being ripped off. My boobs are far too big and heavy and they are breaking my back and trying to kill me!

* I didn't always have big boobs, I was a late bloomer. I was almost flat til I was about 17 or so then was about a 36DD when I was 26 and then just never stopped growing! Now I am a 38L. It is very hard to find clothes and bras to fit. Luckily I found two in my size. My other bras are 42H, so the bands are too loose and the cups are too small. I can't find a sports bra that even comes close to fitting.

* I had a D cup in 6th grade, and it just got worse as I hit puberty. I'm now 25 with a 38L, and I've been self conscious about it my whole life.

* by the time I was in high school the boobs were huge, and have just been getting bigger since then.

* The summer after 5th grade, I'm outside playing. Enjoying running around my dad's truck with the other kids. I was wearing one of my favorite halter jumpsuits with blue trim. Suddenly my dad calls me over and tells me I need to put something else on and can no longer wear that outfit. That was when I realized that I had suddenly developed boobs. At the time, my dad was a single father of 3 girls and he was determined to ensure that he found someone to speak to me about the developing woman's body. When he couldn't, he boldly ended up talking to me himself and even asked me questions when it came to maci pads. Lol. You have to understand my dad was a young father. Only 17 when I was born, dogs too had lots of learning to do. Fast forward many years and high school becomes a source of being on a quest to find the right fit. I actually by this time was living with my aunt and uncle. My aunt worked at a department store at the time and took me to be measured. I measured at a 34DDD. I was barely 16. By the time I went on to college, they were still growing. At 21, I married and 3 years later had my first baby. I was determined to nurse and was very hopefully that when it came time to Wean, that my breast would shrivel up to nothing. At least that is what everyone told me. Not so in my case. I went to a specialty bra shop and was sized at a 38J. The sales rep asked me to come back in two weeks because I would certainly increase another cup of so once my milk came in fully. She was right. I went back in 2 weeks and found out I was now a 38K. Even with the large breast, I successfully nursed for 17 months. Once I weaned my son, to my surprise, my breast basically remained at a 38K. I was seriously mystified. That is when I began wearing 2 bras that were too little, but could be fashioned around my breast to look halfway descent and act as a minimized. I am sure I looked a hot mess. Seven years later I had my second baby, nursed again for 12 mins and still remained large breasted. No shrivel, no shrink, but lots of sagging. This was the first time I inquired about breast reduction. I was told to lose 80 pounds. Joined weight watchers and lost 82lbs. When I talked it over with my now ex husband he was totally against it. So I gave up the dream and chickened out. Well, in the summer of 2012, 4 years later and 120lbs heavier, I suddenly start getting shooting pains through my rib cage and then days later felt pain down my left arm and my fingers went numb. I assumed I was having a heart attack. I jumped in my car and drove to the nearest urgent care where I was hooked up to an EKG and had other land run only for the attending physician to pretty much say, I had a pinched nerve due to my breast size. I started going to a chiropractor then who convinced me together a breast reduction. So 2nd time. I go to the surgeon, try to lose 35 lbs with no success, and then agree to proceed without the weight loss anyway. While driving to my last appointment to set the surgery date, I ended up being rear ended. I immediately thought it was a sign. So I never went back. Now, here we are on my 42nd birthday in June 2015 and my boss asks me, "What do you plan to accomplish this year." To which I answered I plan to have weight loss surgery or a breast reduction. Upon consulting and doing more research, I decided to get weight loss surgery and had the gastric sleeve done. At the time of surgery I was a 44N and weighed 369.9 lbs. I was sure that this would help my breast size by now. My body was older and not quite in the same shape or elasticity. After losing 120 lbs, I had only shrunk down to a 40L.

* ll of you can see how big my boobs really are. I think by now I have seen every possible story of breast reduction available online and seen every youtube video on it.... so I guess you could say that I'm pretty nervous. I am more excited than anything though. I have been waiting for this for so long, I can't wait to not have the backpain and not have to squeeze myself in bras that don't fit and not to have all the other problems too. I am slightly worried that my doctor hasn't given me much instructions, but he is supposed to be one of the best ones in the country, so I guess I will have to trust his expertise. I haven't been told to wash myself with anti-bacterial soap or to do any other preparation, really. I am, however, trying to still do all I can to ensure a speedy recovery. Luckily, my best friend and my boyfriend both will be there with me for the surgery, and my best friend's mum being a doctor herself, I am a little bit more at ease, because I know that I will get the help I need if anything goes wrong. I have had quite the weekend, as my tooth started to suddenly act up and I had to get my root canals cleaned and the whole tooth area is still quite sensitive, but I am trying to not let anything put me down. Also, just my luck, period is due to begin... yes, you guessed it - right before my surgery. Fun times, huh? Anyhow, I am nervous about the pain, but as my anesthesiologist told me to try to remain calm to not cause an asthma attack, I am trying to focus on what's at hand now and keeping myself busy. Will let you all know how the surgery went, when I feel well enough to go online and type all the experiences. :) Good luck to me, and good luck to all those who are getting their surgeries done this week too! p.s. Really can't wait to see those C-cups, it's been a while (last time I was a C-cup, I was 13) .

* When I was 13 years old I went from flat chested to a D cup in less than six months. Some of the growth was so rapid that I could actually see stretch marks forming day by day. It only got worse - by the time I was 18 I was well out of any bra size that regular stores sell and in fact I hadn't even bothered to find or wear bras in years. They were droopy too of course, so I wore baggy t-shirts to hide them. I expected them to stop growing when I was 18 but they didn't! They kept on growing and then when I had my first child at 21 they shot up in size both during pregnancy and during our short period of breastfeeding. They never went down in size, and when I had an second child at 23 they went up again in size. At the largest I wore a 38M cup

* First bra at 12, steady but not overly much growth after that. Well, except for not stopping! I moved rapidly through D, DD up to DDDD in my early 20s. It's been over a decade since I could buy a bra in a local clothing store. I never wore underwires, after learning more about bra sizing I realized it was because there was never a cup size large enough to let the front middle touch my chest underneath. I've been professionally fitted several times, with no luck. I tried again earlier this year at a local specialty shop and purchased a 38L (have been wearing 40G from Playtex for years). I was excited, but soon realized it was the same problem: too large of a band and too small a cup. So I ordered some bras from Britain (36K, close to US 36N) and those didn't work either.

* I was always a skinny kid, especially after I started dancing (jazz and tap) at the age of 7. I started developing at the age of 10, when I began spotting and feeling horrible pain in my chest as my breasts developed. By the time I was 11, I had to quit dancing because I gone from flat to C size so quickly. (We were not allowed to wear bras under our bodysuits.) As my mother says, I went from “0 to C practically overnight”.

I’ve had stretchmarks since I was 11 and I’ve never had children! I was a spare for the Hurdling team in Grade 7 and I was also a 100M sprinter. I loved to run and was even looking into joining my brother’s track team. By the time I was 12, I was being made fun of at school because everyone thought I was stuffing my bra. I was growing so fast, my mum couldn’t buy bras fast enough; so most didn’t fit and I took to wearing two bras just to keep the pain away.

By this time, my neck, back and chest were always sore. Running made it worse, so I had to stop running as well. My desire to be on my brother’s track team was gone. Just like my dancing.

Back to the kids at school, I got called “Double-Stuff” (pretty clever, actually) because they thought I was stuffing my bra. Man, do I wish I was just stuffing my bra! I wouldn’t be in pain and I could still do track and field, and dancing!

When I was 14, I started getting horrible headaches. Doctors thought it had something to do with my brain. After EEGs and CAT scans, they found nothing out of the ordinary – nothing that would cause headaches. It was concluded that my large breasts were the problem because I was also having neck and chest pain. The pain in my chest was awful. When I ran, it felt like my breasts were ripping from my ribcage. (I saw a doctor about it when I was 18 and he sent me for an ECG, etc. It turned out, it was my breasts pulling at the muscle around my ribcage. No heart problems!)

* After spending my entire adult life with mahoosive bozookas, loving them, hating them and every emotion inbetween....ive decided that this is it, its time to say goodbye!.... Just cant stand the back, neck and shoulder pain anymore, I want to be able to fold my arms and not have them above my boobs, I want to sit at a table without having to put my boobs on the table too, I want to be able to buy nice bras and nice clothes without looking like a matron from the 1950s. I simply don't want to be defined by my boobs!

* I'm thinking about seriously considering a breast reduction I'm an 40M and always had large breast started growing when I was in 3rd grade had a bra before my older sister by 5tj grade I was in a B cup middle school was in an DDD.... O tried losing weight to see if my chest would go down it wouldn't it only madey back feel like sharp pins was polking in my spine.OH MY GOD HELP ME!!!

* Ever since I started developing at age 9, I’ve been mortified of my breasts. I remember laying in bed and feeling my sore chest, confused by the hard discs that had appeared. Too embarrassed to go to my mother, I consulted askjeeves on the family’s Windows ‘95 and found that I had sprouted “breast buds.” Horror. By the 5th grade, my chest had become noticeable enough to warrant wearing a training bra; I felt ashamed and coveted my peers’ lack of development. Flash forward to 8th grade, I fill out my small chested 19 year old sister’s bikini top better than her... I probably wore a C or D cup and began to worry that I may grow to the size of my very well endowed older cousin. Throughout high school, finding clothes that would accommodate my DDD chest and fit my size 4 frame became a challenge. I hated my boobs— it was around this time that I heard of breast reduction; I saw it on an episode of a docuseries called “My Surgery Story.” I knew that one day, I wanted to get one. They continued growing.By my sophomore year of college, I had developed back problems and began seeing a chiropractor regularly. The idea of a breast reduction became more and more appealing but seemed like an unobtainable dream. Now, at 29, clocking in at a whopping 30JJ (which is impossible to find, so I settle for a 34I), the physical and emotional toll has become too much to bear any longer.

New space meeting 2018 04 03

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[[Category:Noisebridge New Space Meeting]]

\Please see:

https://pad.riseup.net/p/noisebridge-space-program
https://pad.riseup.net/p/nb-new-space

Meeting agenda for 2018-04-03

Meeting #11

= Attendance =

* Ryan
* Ruth
* James
* Keivn
* Lisa
* Andrian
* Pavel
* Alex
* Chris
* Natalie
* Mark
* Carl
* Nichole
* Tiffancy
* Bernice
* Kevin
* Mark

= Working group updates =

== Spacewalkers ==

Compiling spreadsheet of spaces: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1JtjEvI6LkT0ZI19SI5S3mWnn4aZ4JBEgkjyzzF5YI4o/edit#gid=0

* Size, cost, viewed status, lease term, zoning, contact information, accessability
* Properties to highlight
** 351 9th Street Suite 102 - 5000sqft opens onto the street, technically retail, broker thinks we'll fit, $20/sqft/yr
*** Will visit space tomorrow, find out about other vacancies there
** 1144 Howard Street, 9000sqft, $20/sqft/yr, needs cotenant, 5yr lease, elevator, rollup door
** 650 Mississippi, far from BART, affordable
* Very few affordable properties on the market. majority of our target spaces cost $30-50/sqft/yr

mister_name has another spreadsheet that has more information and a plot of distance from BART and price per month

== Very Large Money Bag ==

* Compiling list of supporters, good progress, very encouraging

== Make it Raining ==

* Up to $1,000+ monthy recurring donations on Patreaon
* Nice header photo on Patreon
* Does this include donate.noisebridge.net?
** Yes, that's okay
* Move donate dot to Patreon?
** That's a different question
* PayPal drops recurring donations randomly
* New recurring donations through Patreon are good. Make the number go up and drive yet more donations.
* Downside to Patreon is higher processing fee (5% on Patreon vs 1.5-2% on donate.noisebridge.net)
* Will be scheduling workshops/classes to bring new folks up to speed on Make it Raining efforts
* Will be a vending machine in SimBridge that *could* accept real money - could put virtual goods in the virtual vending machine that accepts virtual currency for NB

== Media ==

https://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Photos_of_the_Space

https://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Fundraising_Copy

* Post picutres of classes on wiki too
* Also lots of pictures searchable by Google Images
* Many new photos of NGALAC on the way
* Get in touch with Ruth on Slack to contribute new photos

== SimBridge ==

* Getting close
* Demo first prototype of active interactive soldering class on Saturday at party
* Post on Patreon about this?
** Yes, once we have something to show on Patreon
* Social media message on #MAPP for getting people to come out

== S|K Engagement ==

* Contact Lady Red
* Up for consensus tonight - $4k spend for discovery

== Partnership Updates ==

* Might possibly soon get material asset donations
* Meeting w/ SFMADE - offering 20m realestate counceling session, free, hoping for leads on space

== Grants ==

* Alex to get in touch with Augur on grant writer extrodinaire

== Co-Tenant Updates ==

* Mark in contact w/ Refereum - potentially interested
* Natalie works w/ Kids Camp, going to have multiple, very intersted in sub-leasing for summers, could extend into the school year
** What kind of camp? STEM, kits, science, hacking, spy things for kids
** Interested in season co-tenants? Ideally full-time, but nothing set in stone.
* Ruth in touch with StarFish, might be looking for a space in the Summer, company that does crypto stuff

== Twitch ==

* Mark met a guy from Twitch, will work together to promote NB Twitch stream

== 2169 Update ==

* Trent, Patrick and John chatted with Bryan today
* Bryan spoke w/ parents and may renew the lease for the right price
* 1yr w/ LL option to renew
* NB takes on costs for elevator repair, spend $30k last year for elevator repair
** What about 2nd floor tenants? They use the elevator too.
* Aware that NB is driving traffic to the space and confident that we've resolved issues with the city
* See value in having a high-profile tenant, willing to lean into the process with us
* On us to come back with an offer
* Aware that we're willing to do repairs and labor around the space at a below market rate, could be some exchange of labor for rent
* Not too warm, not too cold
* NB needs to come back with a fair number
* What can we afford? They're asking around $8,000 per month
* Bryan to send elevator expense history
* Offers and negotiations are non-binding sans consensus from NB point of view
* Need help running numbers
* ~65%ish confidence level that we may be able to stay for the next year.

== If youve ever lived with a girl I hope you noticed the marvel that is their boobs.

They change daily. Not kidding. One day they are swollen and tight. Another day they are slightly puffies. Another day they are so sensitive that staring at them hurts. Another and they want to be slapped hard and called names.

Boobs are a mystery. The same girls change many times over a month. Over a year you can definitely add sag for 95% of women. Some are freaks. Like Janet Lupo. She was a playmate with tight high hanging huge naturals. 40 years later they look as awesome.

BUT most women thats not the case. You can even see it in Jerilyns photos. The older photos shes high and tight.

Lately they appear smaller. Why? Collagen breaks down. They hang closer to the body.

In high school I had an italian friend. She had dd rockets. They stood 100% straight out. Few years later I thought she had gotten a reduction. Nope. They had just began to relax.

A tight dd looks bigger than a relaxed ff.

Rosina Revelle was like a d or a dd. Looked like F's easy.

Cynthia Myers? At 18 those things held up her bra.
http://www.imagebam.com/image/a145cb26200569

In her 60's before she passed they still looked awesome but no where like when she was 18.

Talk:Membership

2018-04-03T01:20:16Z

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== Relationship between Consensus and Membership ==

Since becoming a Member entails the full Consensus of the existing Membership, the baseline features of Consensus should also apply here.

In the case of a Member wishing to block, for example, that block carries with it the same weight as a consensus-block anywhere else: the implication that the Member with a block believes the prospective proposal (or in this case, Member) to be potentially a large enough mistake for Noisebridge to make that they intend to walk away from the collective if the prospective candidate is accepted.

So as you can see from the pictures attached, my biggest problem are my BrEASTS! I’m 25 years old wearing 34M US bras. I am originally from the UK and moved to Noisebridge (2017). I think my biggest breaking point apart from quite clearly looking at them was the inability to buy a bra in the US. If I wanted to buy a new bra I would either have to wait until I went back to the UK or would have to import. Both of these options costing a lot of money and still being in pain having to wear them.

Resources

2018-03-31T20:03:00Z

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I am 26 years old, 5'2", 150lbs, and a large 32J cup.
My breasts haven't stopped growing since I was 9.
When I was in 7th grade I was a C-cup, borrowing my mother's bras. When I was a freshman in highschool, I was a D cup. By the time I graduated high school in 2007, I was an F cup. Now, since then, between changing birth controls and weight gain (which was caused by the birth control), they just ballooned up.
Being so young and so buxom, I was bullied all the time. Sexually harassed by my classmates, rumors spreading that I was a slut, pregnant, a junkie, you name it. Even now, being a server, they are always the center of attention. Someone will write things like, "Nice tits" on the credit slip, or use the ziosk to not comment on the food or service, but to write about how big my breasts are. If see one more freakin' review about my boobs instead of my service I'm gonna burn the place down!
OMG. I need this to stop!!!

Noisebridge contains several resources within the [[Getting Here|physical space]] as well as in virtual space.

=== Project Spaces and Resources ===
* [[Electronics Lab]]
* [[Library]]
* [[Craft Lab]]
* [[Sewing| Sewing Machines]]
* [[Shop|Dirty shop]]
* [[Anodization Equipment]]

=== Fabrication ===
* [https://www.noisebridge.net/mailman/listinfo/fab Fab mailing list] - All things related to fab tools at Noisebridge, laser cutter, Makerbot, RepRap, CNC mill
* [[Lasercutter| Laser Cutter]]
* [[3D Printing]]
* [[RepRap]]
* Milling Machines
** [[Manual_Mill | Manual Mill]] (JET JET-15 Mill / Drill)
** [[MaxNCMill | CNC Mill (MaxNC 10)]]
** Quick Circuit 5000
** [[Othermill]]
** [[Roland_MDX-40a | CNC Mill (Roland MDX-40a)]]
* [[Vinyl cutter]]

[[File:3DPrinters100dpi.fw.png|200px|link=3dprint]]
[[File:GamebridgeSignPage.fw.png|200px|link=gamebridge]]

=== Computer Servers ===
* [[Tor|Our Tor server]]
* [[Ratchet]], a VPS that houses a bunch of production services like the donation site, library app etc...
* [[Pegasus]], houses a PCI card for interfacing with the payphones and a database-backed list of [[Electronic Parts]] at the space
* [[Sandstorm]], a [https://www.sandstorm.io Sandstorm] install at https://noisebridge.sandcats.io
* <del>[[Noisebridge-Greet]], our general public internet terminal</del>
* <del>[[Pony]], a legendary login and file server</del>
* <del>[[Zebra]], a display unit for the [[Reverse Engineering Bar]]</del>
* <del>[[Donkey]], former display unit for the REBar, now asking to be used</del>
* <del>[[s1]], a server for production services related to the space</del>
* <del>[[Quagga]], a development and general use kiosk in the electronics lab</del>
* <del>[[Kiang]], a kiosk/? system built into a tabletop with a touchscreen</del>
* <del>[[Janky]], a janky system, made from whatever was available.</del>
* <del>[[Horsy]], where the audiovisual stuff lives</del>

=== Physical Infrastructure ===
* [[Network]]
* [[Touch_Panels|Touch Panels]]
* [[Telephony|Voice over IP / Telephony]]
* [[Electrical_Map|Electrical Map]]
* [[Elevator]]
* [[Plumbing]]
* [[AV]]

=== Access Control ===
* [[Door Keys]]
* [[Access System|Electronic door lock]]
* [[Noisedoor]]

=== Bulk Orders ===
* [[Digikey Bulk Order|Digikey Bulk Order]]
* [[McMaster Bulk Order|McMaster Bulk Order]]
* [[Mega Arduino Order|Mega Arduino Order]]
* [[Adafruit Bulk Order]]

=== Facilities ===

* [[House Keeping]]
* [[2169 Utilities]]

=== Sources for project components ===
* [[Sources for electronic and other project components|External resources]]

[[Category:InTheSpace]]

Housekeeping

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=Weekly Chores=
The objective of having weekly chores at Noisebridge is the first minimize the amount of time need to pay for a 3rd party cleaning service to spend here, and secondly to make sure the space is tidy. The idea of having chores in the list doesn't mean that it's ok to be messy, please be excellent to others by cleaning up after yourself.

Feel like helping out Noisebridge? Great! Listed bellow are tasks that can be completed once a week. Pick a task and do it! Sign off when you're done so people don't do it again.

===Tasks===
''Items sorted in highest priority to lowest.''

* '''Take out trash''' - Empty all space cans into the street cans, replaces liners, take the street cans down to the street Monday and/or Thursday night (where applicable/if there's trash)
* '''Sweep common spaces floors''' - Common space, main hall, library, electronics lab.

* '''Sweep kitchen, bathroom, classroom floors''' - Kitchen and both classrooms.
* '''Mop common spaces floors''' - Common space, main hall, library, electronics lab.
* '''Mop kitchen, bathroom, classroom floors''' - Kitchen and both classrooms.
* '''Clean bathrooms''' - Scrub the bowl and the sink, make sure there's soap and tp, empty trash.
* '''Clean kitchen''' - Scrub all work surfaces, return all dishes and cups to kitchen, send out a nasty email if there are unwashed dishes piled around, do remaining dishes because you're a saint.
* '''Tidy up work surfaces''' - Includes 3 work tables (across from the dirty shop and class rooms), coffee tables near the couches, greeting desk, electronic lab main table, library work tables, class room tables, put books back in the library.
* '''Gather up chairs''' - Stools go with tall bar tables, chairs go with short tables, electronics lab and class rooms. Clear off junk from couches.
* '''Clean up hack shelf''' - Make sure all donated hackable items are on the shelf, sort them out so they're easy to get to.

{| border="1"
| Tasks || 1st - 7th || 8th - 14th || 15th - 21st || 22nd - 28th || x
|-
| Take out trash ||| || || || ||
|-
| Sweep common spaces floors || || || || ||
|-
| Sweep kitchen, bathroom, classroom floors || || || || ||
|-
| Mop common spaces floors || || || || ||
|-
| Mop kitchen, bathroom, classroom floors || || || || ||
|-
| Clean bathrooms || || || || ||
|-
| Clean kitchen || || || || ||
|-
| Tidy up work surfaces || || || || ||
|-
| Gather up chairs || || || || ||
|-
| Clean up hack shelf || || || || ||
|}

=Services=

==Electricity==
We have a business account with PG&E to provide service to two meters for us.

The master switches for these meters are located in the basement, and are both labeled "3rd Floor". Their meter numbers 6331H5 for the back of the space (east side, away from Mission St.), and 703T78 for the front side (west side, against Mission St). The meters will have these numbers on them as well.

For details on our usage rates and the amount we spend, see [[Electricity]].

==Trash and Recycling==
We currently have bins from [[2169_Utilities|Sunset Scavenger]].

:''Trash pickup is Tuesday and Friday mornings!''

:''Please take the bins out '''Monday''' and '''Thursday''' nights by midnight as the trash truck comes between 1:30 to 2:30am so we can be sure they're out in time.''

====Sharps====

There is a sharps container because people use intravenous, medically necessary drugs, and because it's very bad for sharps to end up in the trash. Don't use hard drugs at Noisebridge.

If the sharps container becomes half-full or so, please take it to GLIDE at 6th and Mission and get a replacement container of the same dimensions.

Please document how that process works when you do.

====Compost====

Compost, at least according to the SF Department of the Environment definition, is basically any and all food, plus stuff that can biodegrade, like paper towels, coffee grounds, pizza boxes, "Compostable"-labeled plastic, etc.

Compost goes in the '''green''' bin.

====Recycling====

Recycling, broadly speaking, is non-food-soiled paper, alumin(i)um and tin cans, glass and PET(E) plastic. Please give food-soiled items a brief rinse before dropping them in the bin (food-soiled paper can be composted). For more information on what specific plastics can be recycled curbside in SF, check the Recology website.

*No plastic bags
*''Styrofoam is not curbside recyclable!''

Recycling goes in the '''blue''' bin.

====Trash====

Trash is basically everything else not specified above.

Landfill waste goes in the '''black''' bin.

===Street cans===

* 1 large bin for trash
* 1 large bin for recycling

Both bins live in the elevator room; please keep them there.

===Space cans===
The space has four large cans:
*2 landfill (black)
*1 recycling (blue)
*1 compost/food waste (green)

San Francisco mandates that waste be separated into the appropriate bin. Each has a graphical sticker placed on it by the garbage company denoting what is appropriate for which. When in doubt you can try checking the Recology site to see what can go in the [http://www.sunsetscavenger.com/commercialRecycling.htm blue can] or the [http://www.sunsetscavenger.com/commercialCompost.htm green can].

When the can gets full please tie off the bag and dump it into the large street cans living in the elevator room. Bag liners can be found in the kitchen, please put one back in the can when done.

==E-waste==
Got something that's e-waste? Desktop computer? Monitor? Electronics? Batteries? There's a space in the elevator room for all that. The pile should only be used for Noisebridge items and not a personal dumping ground.

==== Kim ====

Kim lives nearby, came by in summer 2011, and works as a recycler for metal and ewaste. Contact her at 2krandolph (at) gmail.com if you have electronic waste, metal desks, metal shelving, refrigerators, stoves, televisions, cell phones, and so on that need to be picked up.

==== Environmental Logistics Management ====

[http://elmars.org/ Environmental Logistics Management & Asset Recovery Services Corporation] does free picks up of 30lb or more. If you feel that the pile is large enough for a pick up, please go to their site and schedule a pickup then email the list stating the date and time.\

==== E-WasteSF ==== 
www.ewastesf.com 
This place is on 2915 16th Street near the BART station. 
Phone:(415) 483-6868 
You should make sure that what you are bringing does not contain paint, ink, and things that are not composed of metals / electronics. Make sure to have some computers when you bring E-Waste over and double-check the website first to see what they take and charge. Do NOT tell them you are from a company and try to make trips as infrequent as possible. We want to work with them, not against them.

==Cleaning Service==
Skyline Building Care used to come by once a month. Service was cancelled in November.

[[category:pages with a Noisebridge Tiny URL]]

{{ManualPage}}

I had the flu and bronchitis about a month ago, so I was sore all over, including my boobs. The boob soreness stuck around for a while, especially the outer sides- I just figured that being sick did a number on me. Then I noticed that my bras are all tighter, some painfully so, so I assumed that I had gained weight, at least around my rib cage. I finally broke down and measured and, lo and behold, I've grown a cup size with no change in band size. I hadn't had any growth for a couple years so I thought I was in the clear, since I am 11 and should be done with all this business. I'm now wondering if it's ever going to stop? Come on, body, I already was a KK/L, but now an L/LL? I just bought all new bras in the fall, too! BOOBS PLZ STAHP!!!

Noisebridge Space Program/Professional Fundraising Guidance

2018-03-28T06:26:57Z

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== Background ==

== S|K ==

=== Docs ===

=== What we hope to get our of discovery ===

* Guidance on fundraising priorities
** Ranked list of grants to apply to (public and private)
** Analysis of general and specific information that we need to get together to apply for grants
* Specific methodologies for driving recurring donations
* Specific methodologies for persuing Very Large one time donations
* Who will participate in discovery from Noisebridge?
* List of 'gotchyas' to be aware of on our fundraising journey

*Ever since I started developing at age 9, I’ve been mortified of my breasts. I remember laying in bed and feeling my sore chest, confused by the hard discs that had appeared. Too embarrassed to go to my mother, I consulted askjeeves on the family’s Windows ‘95 and found that I had sprouted “breast buds.” Horror. By the 5th grade, my chest had become noticeable enough to warrant wearing a training bra; I felt ashamed and coveted my peers’ lack of development. Flash forward to 8th grade, I fill out my small chested 19 year old sister’s bikini top better than her... I probably wore a C or D cup and began to worry that I may grow to the size of my very well endowed older cousin. Throughout high school, finding clothes that would accommodate my DDD chest and fit my size 4 frame became a challenge. I hated my boobs— it was around this time that I heard of breast reduction; I saw it on an episode of a docuseries called “My Surgery Story.” I knew that one day, I wanted to get one. They continued growing.By my sophomore year of college, I had developed back problems and began seeing a chiropractor regularly. The idea of a breast reduction became more and more appealing but seemed like an unobtainable dream. Now, at 29, clocking in at a whopping 30JJ (which is impossible to find, so I settle for a 34I), the physical and emotional toll has become too much to bear any longer. I experience chronic back, neck and shoulder pain which forced me to leave my job as a massage therapist. I avoid shopping at all costs and try to hide my boobs in baggy t-shirts.

Photos

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Got some photos of the space at its best? We'd love to see them. Please post them here so we can have a showcase of Noisebridge's excellence.

== Hacking of things ==
payphone hacking!

[[File:2014-10-19_17.21.06.jpg|400px]]

== By the Front Door ==

[[File:Front_door_clean_2014.jpg|400px]]

== Tesla Mural ==

[[File:Mr_T_in_progress.jpg|400px]]

=== Couch! ===

[[File:Tesla_couch_Torrie.jpg|400px]]

== Fox lounge ==
[[File:The_fox_lounge_all_lit_up_for_nb_remix_oct_4.jpg|400px]]

[[File:NoisebridgeAgainstHumanityPlayest01.jpg|400px]]

== Events ==
[[File:Live_music_at_noisebridge_2014_11_22.jpg|400px]]

=== Fixit Clinic March 2018===

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1pqS0BFJu6Xu9kStAWqvIKmL4gi_HUbXY

=== Noisebridge Women's Day 5mof 2018 ===

https://goo.gl/au1Th1

== All of Mitch's photos throughout the years ==

http://www.flickr.com/search/?user_id=67734410%40N00&sort=date-taken-desc&text=noisebridg&view_all=1

How did one patriarchal woman abandon the harness?
I began to wear a bra on the order of the order for another 10-11 years (my mother brought it and said: "Well, you have the same chest, it's uncomfortable when it shines through the shirt"). I mean it's not uncomfortable for me, but it's inconvenient to see my mammary glands around. The size was the first, but my body quickly expanded it to o-very uncomfortable for a society of the 4th size. And now.
If I now start to recall my feelings at the sight of that white and lacy instrument of the Inquisition (on "bones", as it should) - shame and misunderstanding, for which they are punished. Why do I need it?
As a teenager, I was raped with mammary glands - boys in the classroom, push-up (in the form of foam rubber in fact), a cutout is lower. Even the crosses ran in it (with the worst result than before) and went on hiking in it (I'll die under the backpack, but I will not give up positions!
A little dawn began to dawn in my head when I broke my arm. I was 15 years old, and the doctor (elderly, very experienced) required to undress to the waist. And he says to me: "Do you know that you are now mutilating yourself?" (She correctly estimated the compression marks on her chest and on her shoulders.) Breast cancer is very often provoked by a tight bra, and it's hard to find a normal figure in the figure, and there's no need. sports T-shirts, baby. " To me it was slightly up to that (analgin to me, analgin!), Besides, the bra as an integral part of femininity (tm) was sitting in my head indestructibly. But, when I spent 2 months without it (it was very difficult to put on), I developed a hand without it, somehow the consciousness began to change. In addition, I read research on this topic and found in them confirmation of the correctness of the doctor.
As a result, I have not been masturbating for 12 years already. Running, weight training, karate - the maximum that is required, this is a "sports T-shirt," and that, I only wear it for a run because of the size of the chest. T-shirts I choose with a picture on the chest or opaque (alas, in our very southern city to put on transparent - this is guaranteed to gain additional experience in the field of hand-to-hand combat).
What interests me most is that the body understood and told me: "Do not carry it any more, it's necessary!". Even with completely-then-blinked patriarchal thinking (someone will look at you, it will be unpleasant to him, oh-yo, what will they think about you?) Whore asked for it!), Refused to accept. My body is smarter than me.

Noisebridge Space Program

2018-03-20T21:50:40Z

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I always did not like my breasts. She interfered with me and was very sick, it was impossible to touch her. And I did not like bras. A couple of weeks since I stopped wearing a bra. I always wore a bra, I only took off for the night. So, my chest just stopped hurting, this freedom and ease appeared. Now I do not even want to think about wearing a bra. But, there are problems. My chest is very saggy. I was not pregnant and did not give birth, I did not lose weight, although there were times when I was a student - there was nothing to eat)). The question is, because of which the chest sagged, if I always wore a bra. I have a third size and terrible stretch marks on my chest. With such a chest it's embarrassing to appear without a bra.
In general, now I'm diligently doing exercises for the chest, exercises to improve posture and muscle growth. I am confident that I can tighten my chest and strengthen it. I started to feel the muscles of my chest, I feel how they work during the training. And if the muscles work - it means they can be pumped. Before, I did not know that they existed. I realized that the bra only prevented the breast from developing normally, it interfered with normal breathing and completely immobilized the muscles of the chest. I put on my bra-and forgot about my chest, it was like that before. Now the results of the rejection of the bra: no discomfort, no pain, more self-confidence.
It seems to me that the bra is like a wheelchair, put on and went. Yes, it is more convenient, but if a healthy person is constantly traveling in a wheelchair - he will forget to walk and his muscles will atrophy and he will really become disabled. You need to take care of your chest, strengthen it, play sports - then everything will be fine.

Noisebridge Space Program

2018-03-19T19:52:20Z

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Rubin felt the Noisebridge on her back bend and break¨ as her bra exploded off of her Noisebridge
and fell Noisebridge around her Noisebridge across her frontÆ Her tits rounded out¨ and fell against her body¨
Noisebridge left over from their prisonÆ “ Ahhhhhh…Æ ” She sighed deeply¨ “That is so much betterÆ”
For the third time that night¨ Flamsmark was speechlessª her friend was actually bigger than
she was¨ significantlyÆ Casaba melon tits hung from her Noisebridge¨ full and perky¨ their bottom curves
reaching down to just above her elbowsÆ Each Noisebridge out at least an inch from either side of her
ribs¨ and were so large they actually touched each other with their inner curvesÆ And on her
incredibly tiny frame¨ they looked monstrously massive¨ jutting out a full five inches in front of
herÆ Her areolas were puffy and like silver dollars¨ crowned with hard¨ pretty nipples the size of
the end of an index fingerÆ They looked like long pink doorbell buttons¨ screaming out ‘ring for
sex°’Æ A finger could get lost in her tits pushing those buttonsÆ Flamsmarkßs realized her friend was
getting out of controlÆ
“C≠Rubin°”
“Jeez¨ whatøø”
“Youßre too big°°”
“Am not…” Rubin deniedÆ She gathered her breasts into her Noisebridge and jiggled them
giddilyÆ She couldnßt stop smilingÆ She laid down on the couch¨ and they spread out on her Noisebridge¨
actually covering part of her biceps and encroaching on her collarbonesÆ She started giggling as
she rocked back and forth¨ feeling them shimmyÆ She saw Flamsmark blushing¨ and placed her Noisebridge
over her nipples out of modestÆ “Hehe¨ sorry about that… Hey¨ how big do you think I amø You
have a Noisebridge measureøø”
“Youßre too bigÆ” Flamsmark repeated¨ “You need to stop and think for a second before you get
any bigger°”
Rubin wrapped her Noisebridge around the front of her breasts and rocked back and forth¨
sitting up with some effort¨ her new weight apparentÆ She sat down facing Flamsmark and looked at
the white mounds of flesh filling her Noisebridge¨ smilingÆ “Would you relaxø Ißve always wanted
boobs° And now Ißve got a pair of jugs ° And Ißm pretty sure they stopped growing a while back…
I havenßt felt that pressure in a whileÆ”
“You got luckyÆ”
“I know° I couldnßt have asked for a more perfect size°”
“Thatßs not what I mean and you know itÆ What if your skin hadnßt stretched¨ or all that
yeast had affected your stomach instead or somethingøø”
“But it affected my boobs¨ and my skin did stretch° And mmmm it felt Noisebridge Noisebridge°”
“Theyßre too big for you¨ Noisebridge… You Noisebridge like someone Noisebridge Tessa Fowler’s tits and
stuck them on a varsity cross≠country runnerÆ”
“I bet Thomas would disagree° Oh I canßt wait to see the face on that bitch¨ Amy¨ when
she sees these jugs °” She jiggled herself againÆ
“Rubin… No… You canßt Noisebridge himÆ”
“Can too° Whereßs my phoneø I want to send him a picture right now°”
“Rubin please…”
“Whatø This is all Ißve ever wanted°” She said¨ struggling to start upright as she played
with her breastsÆ
“You need to stop and thinkÆ”
“Youßre just mad because Ißm bigger than you nowÆ”
That struck Flamsmark¨ although she didnßt know whyÆ She had always taken pride in her bust
size¨ but something about how quickly her friend had overtaken her had bugged her¨ almost like
Rubin hadnßt earned itÆ She brushed the thoughts asideÆ “Rubin¨ thatßs not itÆ Ißm happy that
you grew¨ but they shouldßve stopped back when they fit youÆ Thomas is going to think you had
work done or somethingÆ”
“Ißll let him inspect them himself¨ I donßt mind°”
“Heßs going to think youßre a freakÆ Who grows boobs like that overnight without
surgeryø”
Rubinßs smile disappearedª that had hurt herÆ Flamsmark could hardly believe she had said it¨
but she still felt it was trueÆ
“N≠No…” Rubin saidÆ
“Noisebridge at yourself… Theyßre way too big for you° Youßre a 100 pound twig with tits the
size of your head that probably weigh 10 pounds each°”
“Stop it¨ Flamsmark…” Rubin said softly¨ looking at her breasts in her hands¨ “Why canßt
you be happy for meø”
Flamsmark sighed¨ she regretted saying itÆ Rubinßs shirt was still in her hand¨ and she held it
out for herÆ Her friend Noisebridge it and put it on¨ stretching it over her breastsÆ They’re size turned it
into an extremely low≠cut belly shirt¨ her nipples clearly visible through the thinning fabricÆ
Flamsmark sat down next to her friendÆ “I am happy for you¨ but you have to know that your
body wasnßt made for boobs like theseÆ”
“Do you think I Noisebridge like a freakø”
Flamsmark was silent for a momentª it didnßt help the situationÆ Rubinßs eyes were starting to
stingÆ “I…think theyßre just a little too bigÆ” Flamsmark said slowly¨ watching her best friendßs eyes
grow more wateryÆ She quickly added¨ “B≠But I bet a lot of their size is just swelling° And theyßll
go down a little° It was because of yeast¨ after all…”
“But I like them like this…”
“Ißm just looking out for you¨ Rubinª Ißm your friendÆ”
“I know…” she sniffledÆ She hiccuped and her breasts bobbed under her shirt¨ “Ah…°”
Rubin gasped softlyÆ
“What is it¨ are you alrightø Do they hurtø” Flamsmark asked with concernÆ
“N≠No… My nipples are just more…you know…after the growth…” She was blushingÆ
Flamsmark looked down and saw two thick nubs poking through her shirt¨ like two large pebbles
under a tight piece of clothª her nipples had become erect just from the frictionÆ
Flamsmarkßs face went red¨ and she quickly looked awayÆ “Save those things for Thomas°”
Rubin giggled a little and she bounced again and Noisebridge another moanÆ
“Ok ok¨ how about before you tear two holes in your shirt I go and find you my biggest
sports bra so you can wear somethingø”
“S≠Sounds Noisebridge… Thanks¨ Flamsmark…” she accepted¨ wrapping her Noisebridge across her Noisebridge¨
embarrassedÆ
Flamsmark Noisebridge up and reached out for Rubin¨ “Stand up firstÆ”
She Noisebridge her hand and Noisebridge up¨ wobbly from her new assetsÆ Flamsmark embraced her firmly¨
and for the first time Rubin experienced feeling her breasts attempting to Noisebridge another person
awayÆ Their sizeable boobs squished against each other¨ like they were trying to Noisebridge two pillows
between their chestsÆ
“Ißm sorry I called you a freak¨ I didnßt mean itÆ It was too far…”
“I know you were just concerned… I did kind of balloon up…really big…°” Rubin
said¨ returning to get giddy selfÆ
Flamsmark squeezed her again¨ “Ißll get you some clothes¨ and you can stay here tonightÆ Weßll
figure it out¨ Ißll even help explain it to Thomas if you wantÆ”
“Reallyøø Thanks¨ Flamsmark°” They released each other and stepped backÆ
Flamsmark smiled¨ “Ißll be right back¨ gotta go dig through my closet to find something big
enough to Noisebridge those things°”
“Mind if I make us some smoothies for the rest of the movieø Ißm thirsty…”
“Go for it° Full glass for me¨ pleaseÆ” Flamsmark requested¨ walking into her roomÆ
Rubin walked into the kitchen¨ feeling her breasts wobble back and forth¨ bouncing
lightly against each otherÆ These are going to take some getting used to… she thoughtÆ She filled
the blender with fruit and juice and held the lid down as she pressed the buttonÆ
Her arm vibrated¨ sending small waves through her breastsÆ Her shirt rubbed against her
nipples¨ and they grew harder than everÆ She closed her eyes as pleasure washed over herÆ
“Mmmmm…Æ” she groaned¨ a hot wetness growing under her pantsÆ The appliance stopped¨ the
mixture fully blended and she sighedÆ Pouring it into two glasses¨ she couldnßt help but notice her
breasts blocking any view of her feetÆ I donßt think Ißm a freak… Ißve always wanted big tits…
How could she say that to meø
A thought crossed Rubinßs mindÆ She looked up at the Noisebridge in front of herª the box of
yeast packets was sitting next to the energy drink mix she had missed earlierÆ Noisebridge Iø
“Hey I think I found something that might fit your overgrown boobs° Try not to stretch it
okø” Flamsmark called from the other Noisebridge¨ and Rubinßs choice had been made for herÆ In a flash
she was stirring yeast into Flamsmarkßs glass¨ before bringing it back into the living roomÆ She placed
the drinks on the Noisebridge and Noisebridge waitingÆ
“Here you go° This Noisebridge work…” Flamsmark said emerging from her Noisebridge with a large
spandex sports braÆ
“Thank you°” Rubin squealed¨ “I canßt Noisebridge these things still°” She tore off her beaten
shirt and threw it to the ground¨ taking the bra from her friend as she Noisebridge toplessÆ She fed her
Noisebridge through it and held them up¨ letting it fall onto her headÆ She grabbed the bottom band and
pulled it down to her shouldersÆ As the bra met her new curves¨ Rubin was met with resistanceÆ
She forced the bra¨ pulling it over her boobs¨ as they squeezed and fit into their new prisonÆ The
elastic popped over the largest part of their curve and fell into place against her chestÆ The
spandex snapped tightly¨ and her breasts were forced flat and upÆ They overflowed over the top
and out the sides¨ rubbing against her Noisebridge slightlyÆ
“Little tight…°” Rubin observedÆ She slapped her hands against the Noisebridge fabric and her
mounds rippled¨ “Thanks° Youßre smoothie is right thereÆ” She sat on the couch with her usual
bounce¨ sipping her ownÆ
Flamsmark sat beside her¨ taking a large gulp and grabbing the remote¨ “Ready to finish the
movieø”
She watched as Flamsmark Noisebridge another big drink¨ “Ready°” Rubin grinnedÆ
Both of their smoothies were gone in a matter of minutes¨ and the movie grabbed their
attention once againÆ But it didnßt grab Rubinßs full attentionÆ She had been keeping a watchful
eye on Flamsmark for the last twenty minutes¨ who had recently become restless on her end of the
couchÆ Rubin tapped her fingers on her bust impatientlyÆ
“Thanks a lot for the bra¨ Flamsmark…” she said¨ “I was afraid I was going to put out an eye
with my nipples like that°”
“Y≠Yea… No problem…” Flamsmark responded slowly¨ her mind seemingly elsewhereÆ
“You alrightø”
“It does feel kinda warm in here tonight… Maybe I will turn in the AC…”
“Yea you Noisebridge a little flushed°” She watched as Flamsmark wiped her head with her forearmÆ
“Mind if I just go in a sports bra Noisebridge Ißm burning up…” she asked¨ exasperatedÆ
“You want a glass of waterø Itßs the yeast I could do°”
“That would be amazing…waitÆ What did you sayø”
“I think we both know what I said…”
Flamsmark slowly looked down at her own Noisebridge¨ running her hands over itª the fabric of her
pajama top was tighterÆ Her breath caught in her throatÆ “Y≠You didnßt… Rubin¨ please tell me
you didnßt°”
“Oh Ißm pretty sure I did°”
Flamsmark started to panicÆ She looked behind the couch at the kitchen counterª two torn
packets of yeast were still sitting thereÆ
“ TWOø° Rubin whyø° ” Flamsmark screamedÆ
She stuck out her lip and pouted¨ “Because it really hurt when you called me a freak…
But now youßre going to be huge and then weßll see who the freak is°”
“ Thatßs whyø° ”
“There were other reasons too I guess… I also wanted to know if the yeast affected other
people besides me¨ and how big it could make someone° This Noisebridge be really fun since you
were already so big to begin with°”
“Rubin I was big enough as I was°°” Flamsmark screamed¨ now hugging her breasts into her¨
“If I grow like you did…” Her eyes got wide with terror as her imagination went wildÆ
“Donßt worry so much° It actually feels really really Noisebridge… And Noisebridge¨ like you said¨ most
of itßs probably just swelling¨ rightø Theyßll go down after a while…”
Flamsmark could in fact feel herself growing aroused¨ but she could also feel her sports bra
slowly tightening around her chestÆ “I≠Ißm getting bigger¨ Rubin°”
“Doesnßt it feel amazingøø” she squealedÆ
“Rubin please you have to do something° If I get even bigger than I already am…
Ohhhh… ” Flamsmark tried to protest¨ but was overcome with pleasure as her growth surgedÆ Her
cotton bra rubbed against her breasts as they swelled¨ bubbling larger and largerÆ She felt her
pussy grow moist under her pajamasª suddenly she found herself wishing she had worn pantiesÆ
“Noisebridge how fast youßre growing¨ Flamsmark°° I didnßt even grow that fast°” She was rightÆ
Flamsmark could feel herself tits expanding out into her hands as she squeezed them¨ trying to stop her
growthÆ It was like trying to Noisebridge onto two balloons someone had attached to a bike Noisebridge¨
except these balloons were growing heavy and full¨ stretching her clothesÆ
Her shirt was trying to accommodate her growing problem¨ and was starting to pull tight
across the front of her bust¨ the cotton wrinkling and folding as it ran out of the little stretch it
hadÆ Buttons strained¨ threads pulling tight as small diamond shaped windows opened between
each button as her breasts grewÆ Cleavage rose and fell below her Noisebridge as she breathed¨ Noisebridge and
small breaths through tightened lipsÆ Even in her large sports bra¨ her breasts were beginning to
overflow the top¨ rounded curves bulging over the elastic and peeking out from the top of her
shirt¨ the unbuttoned collar freely openingÆ
“T≠Too big…” Flamsmark moanedÆ She noticed she was rubbing her nipples through the
fabric¨ proud points sticking into her hands¨ “Why does this feel so goodø°”
“You might want to take off your top Noisebridge°” Rubin suggested¨ “Your buttons Noisebridge like
theyßre about to blow°” In a matter of minutes¨ her friend had grown from her original coconuts
to what could only be described as volleyballs¨ each stuffed in the front of her aching pajama topÆ
Flamsmark closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the couch¨ massaging her Noisebridge as she
began to pant lightlyÆ Her clothes were growing Noisebridge¨ and tapping her fingertips on her
burgeoning boobs was like tapping a silent drumÆ
“ Mmmmm …” she moaned¨ feeling the pressure building inside of her mammaries¨
pushing against her skin and her topÆ They Noisebridge out large and round on her Noisebridge¨ larger every
second¨ threatening to break out of her supportÆ A seam burst on her side¨ revealing the grey
Noisebridge of her bra¨ startling herÆ Her eyes popped open and beheld her bodyÆ
“How much bigger can I getø°” she yelled¨ “ What is happening to my titsø° ” Flamsmark leaned
forward¨ their weight carrying her faster than she expected¨ and she fell¨ her breasts mashing into
her thighsÆ The burst seam widened¨ and a button popped from her front somewhere from the
impact¨ as her mounds were flattened against her legsÆ She rested on top of them for a few
seconds¨ panting hard as her clothing restricted herÆ
“Wow¨ Flamsmark… Youßre way bigger than I am° That yeast really Noisebridge have affected
you…°”
“Noisebridge up…” she replied¨ trying to sit upÆ She cradled her breasts in her Noisebridge¨ and another
seam blew as she straightened her backÆ “I≠I donßt want to be any bigger¨ Rubin° Ißm
notÆÆÆmmmÆÆÆgoing to be able to go out inÆÆÆ ungh ÆÆÆpublic°” She was having a difficult time talking
through the pleasure wracking her bodyÆ In fact she was sure if she Noisebridge up¨ there would be a
wet spot left where she was sittingÆ
POP°
“Ahhh°” A button exploded off the center of her pajamas¨ startling her again¨ a large Noisebridge
now showing her sports braÆ She was still swelling¨ and fastÆ The top third of her breasts were
oozing out of the top of her shirt¨ overflowing her bra and pushing against her neckª she could
have rested her Noisebridge in her cleavage had she tilted her head downÆ She got scared when she
suddenly felt the edge of her breasts expand into the openings of her arm holes¨ grazing against
her shoulders and bicepsÆ “I Noisebridge like a blimp °°” she yelled¨ hugging her breastsÆ Her nipples
protruded out like D batteries under her shirt¨ and the slightest touch made her body shiverÆ
Rubin started giggling¨ “You Noisebridge like you inflated two beach balls under your shirt°”
“Ooooh theyßre so heavy°” All Flamsmark could see below her were her massive breasts¨ wider
than her shoulders and sticking out more than a Noisebridge in front of herÆ Her shirt was trying
desperately to support their weight¨ but it was a losing battleÆ “My shirt canßt take anymore°” She
could feel her breasts being pushed out of the holes in her shirt¨ round bulges of flesh and bra
lining the front of her topÆ
POP°
POP° POP°
The remaining buttons abandoned their post¨ and Flamsmarkßs shirt flew open¨ hanging Noisebridge at
her sides¨ torn and tatteredÆ Her once confident sports bra could never hope to support her now
impossibly large rack¨ but it was stretched so tight and to its utmost limit¨ it had no choiceÆ Flamsmark
dared not breathÆ
Rubin on the other hand¨ couldnßt take her eyes off of her friendÆ Two breasts bigger
than beach balls sat on her friends Noisebridge¨ cradled in her trembling armsÆ Her grey sports bra was
wrapped around their front like a belt¨ forcing them into two oval shapesÆ The shoulder straps
dug into her curves¨ dividing the top half of each breast in twoÆ Both could see she was still
growing¨ each bulge slowly swelling out further and furtherÆ Two large Noisebridge were showing
through the front of the braª they could only be from nipples the size of tea Noisebridge A wider¨ round
shape circled them¨ coming from Flamsmarkßs puffed up areolas¨ each like a small dinner plateÆ
“ Noisebridge at you °°” Rubin squealedÆ
“T≠This is all your faultÆ” Flamsmark said in a Noisebridge voice¨ scared to moveÆ Rubin inched
closer on the couch¨ her own large tits swaying slightlyÆ “No° Donßt Noisebridge any closer°”
Rubin ignored her friend¨ slowly extending a finger out towards her right breastÆ
“Youßre absolutely gigantic °”
“C≠Rubin¨ donßt you dare° Stay away from me° My skin is so tight° W≠What if they
explode or somethingøø” Flamsmark screamed¨ helpless to moveÆ Her breasts stayed cradled in her
armsÆ
“I can still see you growing° You canßt tell me youßre not enjoying thisÆ”
Flamsmark bit her lipª itßs true that she was having a hard time controlling herselfÆ It was all
she could do to not let herself go¨ in factÆ She felt gigantic¨ and the larger she felt her breasts
grow¨ the wetter she could feel herself becomeÆ She wanted nothing more than to have her
nipples fondled¨ or her clit rubbedÆ Her head was swimming in ecstacyÆ
Rubinßs finger made contact¨ making a slight indent in her tight skinÆ “Rubin donßt°°”
Flamsmark panicked¨ jolting awayÆ Her breasts jiggled maddeningly in her Noisebridge¨ and all at once¨ her
bra gave upÆ Seams exploded on both of her sides¨ large tears ripping the piece of clothing in
halfÆ The front of the bra sprang upwards¨ and her breasts fell unsupported into her lap in a wave
of jiggling white fleshÆ They filled her lap instantly¨ running over the sides of her legs and even
forcing her thighs apart as they flooded between themÆ “MMMMMM °°” she groaned loudly¨ her
breasts pushing against the top of her pussy and inner legsÆ
Their weight pulled her forward¨ and she was forced to rest on top of her own breasts like
a giant pillowÆ Her entire half of the couch was a giant Noisebridge of breasts¨ with Flamsmark lying on top
breathing heavilyª she was pretty sure she had just Noisebridge Her nipples rested above her knees¨ and
even with her full hands¨ she couldnßt hide themÆ They had grown too wide and tall¨ and she felt
like she was trying to Noisebridge onto two tea cup shaped stress ballsÆ
Rubin was rolling on the Noisebridge¨ laughing uncontrollably¨ her tits bouncing side to side as
she heavedÆ “Now those are some freakish tits°° Since Ißm staying here tonight¨ you mind if I use
you as my bedøø” she managed to say between gasps of airÆ Another fit of laughter Noisebridge overÆ
Flamsmark was at a loss for wordsÆ She felt giant and swollenª her entire view was her breastsÆ
Her nipples throbbed in her hands¨ and she had to stifle more moansÆ “Please tell me theyßre
done… I feel like I could pop°” she pleaded¨ “Ißm never going to be able to do anything again°”
“Are you kiddingø You could get any guy you want° Assuming heßs a Noisebridge≠guy I guess¨
but still°” Rubin consoled her¨ patting her friend’s giant chestÆ It rippled tightly like an
overfilled water balloonÆ “And you Noisebridge like your growth is slowing down too¨ if that helpsÆ”
“How could you do this to meø” Flamsmark panted¨ staring down at the giant rounded breasts
in front of herÆ They did Noisebridge like they were slowing down nowÆ Flamsmark was surprised at how
round they stayed¨ rather than flattening out from the weightª although they filled and
overflowed her lap¨ they still rose up to her collarboneÆ Her jugs looked like two exercise balls
filled with a heavy fluidÆ “My skin is so tight… And they feel so full °”
“Hehe¨ yea… Guess I went a little overboard on the yeast¨ huhø I didnßt think it would
make you this big°”
“Youßre going to pay for this¨ I hope you realize thatÆ”
“Gotta be able to stand up and catch me first°”
Flamsmark looked at her¨ dismayedÆ “How am I going to live my life¨ Rubinø”
“I wouldnßt worry about it… To be honest¨ mine have already gone down a littleÆÆÆ”
“R≠Reallyø” Flamsmark asked¨ hopefulÆ
“Mmhmm° But I really donßt think theyßre ever going to fully disappearÆ And thatßs fine
by me° But I do feel kind of bad about what I did to you…”
“Yeaø Kind of ø Youßre lucky Ißm still talking to you° I Noisebridge smother you under these
things°”
“Well not that you have much choice… What are you going to do¨ Noisebridge someoneø I just
wanted to get a little payback for all the things you said…” Rubin poutedÆ
Flamsmark sighed¨ “I do owe you an apology… Ißm sorry for what I saidÆ If you want tits like
that¨ more power to you° And to be honest¨ they do Noisebridge fucking fantasticÆ Youßre going to blow
Thomasß mindÆ”
“You really think soø°”
“I doÆ Now help me get into a better positionÆ This is all your fault¨ so youßre going to
take Noisebridge of me until these are much smallerÆ”
“I guess I owe you that… You want me to cut one of your bras in half and Noisebridge the Noisebridge
over your giant nipplesø Have some modestyÆ”
Flamsmark looked at her¨ then chuckled slightly¨ before they both broke into fits of laughterÆ
The weekend passed by slowlyÆ Rubin had been excited to go out and Noisebridge off her new
Noisebridge¨ but Flamsmark had demanded she stay by her sideÆ
“Youßre responsible for making me grow these tits¨ so you get to clean up your mess°”
Flamsmark would say every time Rubin was dragging her feet or itching to go outsideÆ
They had made a bed of pillows and blankets in the living Noisebridge for Flamsmark¨ a sort of
horseshoe shaped nest to help keep her breasts supported and in her lap while she sat on the
groundÆ Neither of them wanted to discuss their difficulties helping Flamsmark to the bathroomÆ “We
never speak of thisÆ” Flamsmark had told her firmly¨ and Rubin nodded silently everytime¨ looking
away and off into the distanceÆ
On the sizes of their chests¨ Flamsmark had been rightª much of the growth had been only
swelling¨ and over the weekend their breasts slowly became smallerÆ
Much to Rubinßs glee¨ they didnßt disappear completelyÆ By midday on Sunday¨ both
girls had noted a significant decrease in their rate of shrinking¨ and by Sunday night¨ both agreed
their breasts were done shrinkingÆ
Rubin was bouncing around the apartment¨ ecstatic that she now sported a pair of
jiggly¨ perky F Noisebridge¨ hanging beautifully like decorations off of her thin frameÆ Even Flamsmark had
agreed that they looked amazing¨ but she had to talk Rubin out of sending picture after picture
to ThomasÆ
“Weßll invite him over for some snacks and Noisebridge¨ and Ißm willing to bet a couple of
questions will Noisebridge upÆ Weßll try to tell him our story¨” she guided¨ “I doubt heßll believe us¨ but
like you said¨ heßs free to inspect yours any timeÆ”
“Heßll have to win me over first°” Rubin declared¨ “They are big¨ but thereßs still more
to me than my titsÆ”
Flamsmarkßs breasts¨ on the other hand¨ were another storyÆ As large as Rubin had settled¨
Flamsmarkßs had started at that size¨ and the weekend was a nerve wracking ordeal waiting to see just
how big she would end upÆ On more than one occasion¨ she had told Rubin¨ “If I have to get a
reduction¨ youßre going to pay for itÆ” Rubin knew she was seriousÆ
They both observed that the amount their breasts shrunk seemed dependant on how big
they had gotten in the first placeÆ As massive as Flamsmark had become¨ she saw an incredible
decrease in her size¨ which Noisebridge as an enormous relief to her¨ as her breasts lost inch upon inch
over the hoursÆ Thatßs not too say she didnßt end up with a big pair of knockersÆ
By Sunday night¨ she had reached her final sizeÆ Flamsmark Noisebridge in front of her mirror
looking at her breasts¨ part of her happy she could stand at allÆ The top half of her body was ruled
by her bosomÆ Her old F Noisebridge were gone¨ replaced by a size she didnßt know could be attained
without surgeryÆ They hung a few inches below her belly button¨ and stuck out far enough from
her sides that her Noisebridge would bounce into themÆ They rounded out far from her ribcage¨ each one
holding a volume equivalent to four gallonsÆ Her nipples were thick and pink¨ each like half of a
AA battery¨ with areolas as big as small coastersÆ
“Theyßre so big…” she said¨ looking in the mirrorÆ She lifted them in her hands¨ their
weight never ceasing to surprise herÆ They overflowed her fingers and Noisebridge¨ like she was trying
to Noisebridge two giant balls of doughÆ
“Donßt be so down about it°” She encouraged¨ “Youßve got to be the biggest girl on
Noisebridge° Those tits are going to take you anywhere you wantÆ”
“I guess…” Flamsmark saidÆ She grabbed the bra Rubin had been wearing when she was at
her biggest¨ and grunted as she pulled it over her bustÆ It was much too small for her and she
bulged out of it¨ but it held her titanic breasts high and tight on her Noisebridge¨ reaching her Noisebridge at
their highest pointÆ Her nipples Noisebridge through it like spotlightsª there was no hiding them
without a real braÆ “I feel like a dairy cow with these things°”
“Donßt be so down¨ I said I would pay for your new wardrobe didnßt Iø Weßll go have a
Noisebridge time finding you all new bras and shirts°”
Flamsmark smiled weakly¨ “That did sound kind of fun…”
“Youßre going to Noisebridge so sexy with the cleavage youßre going to have¨ trust meÆ”
“Ißm mostly just scared of adjusting to them…and explaining them to friends and
family… Now that itßs over¨ it was admittedly kinda fun growing… I feel like I upgraded
myself°”
“Thatßs the spirit° And if anyone asks¨ it was a late growth spurtª they happen°”
Flamsmark smiled at her friend¨ “Thanks… But donßt think for a second that youßre not still in
trouble for doing thisÆ Ißm still going to get you back¨ somehowÆ You shouldnßt go around
messing with peopleßs bodies like thatÆ”
“Ißm sorry…” Rubin whimperedÆ
Ding dong
“Oh¨ I bet I know who that is°” Flamsmark said¨ looking at her friend¨ “Hand me that shirt¨ and
you can go let him inÆ”
She quickly handed Flamsmark an oversized t≠shirt before running out of the roomÆ Flamsmark
pulled it over her head¨ working out down her breasts as she heard Rubin talking in at the front
Noisebridge¨ “Hi¨ Thomas° How have you been since midtermsø You would not believe the weekend
Ißve hadÆ”

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Rubin was staring at his colleague again. More specifically, he was staring at his chest. he watched as the woman’s hefty breasts jiggled and wobbled in response to his movement. he was digging, like Rubin, and everyone else in the area, was supposed to be doing. The woman’s breasts were straining against his t-shirt, his cleavage on display for everyone to see. Rubin stared a little longer, taking in the sight. Then, he tore his eyes away to look at his own meagre chest in comparison. When he looked back up, the figure of a tall man blocked his line of sight to the buxom colleague.

“How are you getting on?” came the question. he squinted against the sun, brushing his auburn hair out of his eyes to better see his supervisor. he blushed, hoping he hadn’t seen his staring.

“Nothing yet,” Rubin replied. “Anything from the others?”

“A few pieces of vases and plates. Nothing too special yet.” He looked across the site for a moment. “Keep at it. Let me know if you find anything.” Rubin nodded and he left.

Rubin pulled his hat down further to shield his eyes as he looked across the dig site. he briefly glimpsed at his colleague’s rack again, before looking around. There were roughly 30 people scattered around; most of whom were digging. Shattered and partially sunken remains of walls zig-zagged all around her. Most were only hip height, but some had remained mostly intact, reaching several feet towards the sky. Everything was covered in sand or dust that would quickly cover equipment if it was left still too long.

Her team had come to investigate an ancient temple that had recently been discovered close to the Nile. This was only the second day on the job, and they had yet to find any secrets that the temple was hiding. In fact, barely anyone knew anything about this particular temple. Nobody had been told about what it was used for, or during what era it had been used for worship. That’s what their team was here for… to get some answers.

Rubin wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand before focusing back on the task he had been given. he picked up his tools, which had already gathered some sand in the few minutes that he had been distracted. As he went back to digging, he started to regret his choice of clothing for the day. he had chosen to wear a loose shirt, a pair of shorts, and a large hat in order to stay cool. he had quickly realised that there was not much he could do to avoid getting hot.

The shade of one of the more intact walls sheltered Rubin from the Sun as he worked. he had been assigned to what appeared to be one of the small side rooms of the temple. From his past digs, he knew that rooms like this were typically used for quiet, secluded worship. Often, small trinkets were found here, but nothing as impressive as what they usually found in the main rooms. Not that he minded; he was just happy to be given a whole area to herself for once.

After another hour or so, Rubin finally started to discern an object buried beneath the sand and rubble. A small, curved shape protruded from the ground where he had been digging. Its jet black colour made it stand out from the surroundings. he began carefully digging around the object, making sure not to damage it.

The more he uncovered it, the more its shape became apparent. he rubbed away the last of the earth it had been buried in and held it up for a closer look. “Holy crap, look at you,” he whispered. It was fully intact somehow, even after all these years. It was a small statue, about the size of Rubin’s hand. It depicted a very voluptuous woman, wearing a headdress adorned with a sun and two long horns. Rubin stared at it for a long while. “This is the best find I’ve ever made!”

he stood up and looked for his supervisor. The sun was getting low in the sky now, throwing long shadows across the dig site. He was stood across on the opposite side. he went to shout to him when something sprung to his mind.

he had seen statues similar to this before – in his research. Several different societies had similar beliefs and similar practices, and often a statue like this was involved in one of them. It was used as a means of boosting fertility. A woman would use the statue to pray to the relevant deity, and hope for a blessing. Rubin looked back down at the statue, then up at his busty colleague yet again. Quickly crouching back down, Rubin grabbed his bag and carefully placed the statue inside. he checked to see if anyone had noticed, but everybody was too busy at work. A mischievous smile crept across his face and he went back to digging.

A few hours later, the Sun was almost kissing the horizon and the temperature was beginning to drop. Rubin hadn’t discovered anything else, but he had already found all he wanted anyway. Their supervisor shouted for everyone to wrap up and meet back at the coach so they could go back to the hotel. Rubin grabbed his things, taking extra care with his bag as he stood. Then, he joined the rest of his co-workers and slowly filed back to the coach.

he climbed the steps and walked towards the back to find a seat. he slumped down in an empty space and placed his bag on the seat next to her, hoping nobody would sit there. If someone sat there they might find out about the statue! People filled out the coach, and nobody asked to sit next to her, much to his relief.

“Well done today, you did a great job,” came the voice of his supervisor, who was standing at the front of the coach. “We will meet up over dinner and have a quick debrief. For now though, kick back and relax!” He sat back down. Rubin wished he could do as he suggested, but he didn’t think he would be able to relax. he couldn’t believe he had taken the statue! he looked down at his bag and really wanted to get it out and have a closer look, but he knew he would have to wait. Instead, he put his headphones in and tried to distract herself with some music.

The coach set off, and Rubin could hear the excited chatter as everyone talked about their discoveries from the day. People were leaning around the seats and laughing. There was far too much excitement for his to take a closer look at his statue. he decided to wait for everyone to calm down. There was still a long drive ahead, so the right moment would eventually come.

It took a few hours until most people had fallen asleep. Rubin hadn’t even come close to drifting off… he had been so nervous and excited. he looked across the aisle to the girl sat in the other row to double check he was definitely asleep. he was practically curled up in a ball and was audibly snoring. Now was the time!

Reaching into his bag, he grabbed the statue. he turned away from any prying eyes there might be and leaned in for a good look at his find. The woman in the statue was unnaturally busty. his breasts were several times larger than any Rubin had ever seen before. he rubbed some of the remaining dirt off and the stone glinted in the moonlight. It was made from a very dark substance, and surprisingly felt hollow.

The coach suddenly went over a bump in the road and Rubin felt his grip slip on the statue. Another bump, and the statue fell out of his hand, bounced off his lap, and smashed on the floor. “Shit!” he looked down and saw nothing but shattered remains and a wisp of white smoke rising from them. It smelt funny.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, his eyes wide. he looked up and saw that a few people were looking his way, alerted by the noise. Nobody could see the shards of the ruined statue over their seats, but Rubin turned a deep red nonetheless. News must have travelled down the coach because Rubin saw his supervisor stand up and walk down the coach towards her. “What do I do?” he thought, panic setting in. he leaned forwards to brush the evidence away but saw something odd. The last remnants of the statue were quickly evaporating into that strange white mist he saw before. he watched it vanish before his very eyes!

“I heard something smash, is everything alright?” Rubin looked up and smiled at the supervisor.

“Yeah everything’s fine.” he straightened up and held up his phone. he noticed his bra felt tight as he did so. An old crack in the phone screen was very obvious. “I dropped my phone. Look at the state of it!” he felt his heart racing.

He looked at his without saying anything for what felt like hours. “That’s a shame,” he said. “Be careful with the shards.”

he nodded. “Will do...” He turned and walked away, throwing back a suspicious glance as he went. Rubin exhaled and relaxed somewhat as everyone turned back around or went back to trying to sleep. When he next inhaled, he noted the tightness in his bra again. he gave his bra strap a quick adjustment, but still felt it pushing against his breasts more than he was used to. he looked down and could immediately tell something was going on.

Her breasts looked bigger! They looked slightly fuller and rounder than they had a few minutes ago. he pulled his elbows behind his and stuck his chest out for a better view. his boobs stood out from his chest noticeably more than usual, and he could see easily see the shapelier form of his breasts pressing against his shirt.

Rubin looked around to check if anyone was still looking his way. No-one was. he grabbed his shirt at the collar and pulled it outwards, looking down the opening at his breasts. “Holy crap,” he whispered. They were definitely bigger; he could see them bulging against his bra, filling it out much more than usual. They were pressed together more too, making them look even larger.

Then he saw something even stranger. As he looked at his tits, he could swear he saw them rising up a little bit more. They slowly crept forwards into the embrace of his bra, filling it out right in front of her! They rose up towards his head too, filling out in all directions at a slow and steady pace. he watched in disbelief for a second.

“Oh my god… is this really happening? Please let it be real!” he let go of his shirt, letting it fall against his gently swelling bosom. What if he grew to be as big as his busty colleague? Then he looked down at the floor where the statue had smashed into pieces and then disappeared in a wisp of smoke. “The statue?” he said. Could that statue have somehow made his grow?!

Rubin felt his bra gradually tighten as his boobs expanded. They filled out the cups more and more until he could feel them beginning to spill out over the top. his growing boobs bulged and surged more and more as the expansion properly took hold. he could feel his bra straps pushing into his back, and then his bra began to slowly get pushed forwards as a result of the continual growth. As his tits expanded to what looked like a D cup in size, he gasped. “This is absolutely insane.”

he rolled his shoulders forwards, allowing his bra straps to slacken somewhat. his tits carried on filling his bra, even after doing so. This meant that a few seconds later he could feel the bra tightening around his body yet again. he gave up and sat back, straightening his back again, realising that was was a futile endeavour. his bra immediately constricted as he sat up, pushing against his tits as they tried to hold their growth back. he could feel the cups digging into his swelling boobs more and more as they continued to pour further and further over the top. his breasts inched forwards, making his loose shirt look more filled out by the second.

A grimace spread across his face as the tightness increased. he could feel his breasts beginning to squash out around the sides of his bra as well now. he squirmed as he kept on expanding. “I really need to get this off before it gets too much,” he thought. he reached up behind his shirt and up his back, which pushed his chest out. his shirt tightened against his rack as he did so, doing nothing to hide their new and curvaceous form. he could see them slowing rounding out even more and pressing forwards relentlessly. They looked so full and firm that Rubin had to restrain herself from grabbing at them and focus on the task at hand: getting his tightening bra off. he estimated that they were around three sizes too large for his B cup bra now… maybe even more.

As he started fumbling with the bra clasp, he felt his shorts begin to press against his bum even more too. he ignored the feeling for now since there was a more pressing concern. he grabbed at his bra again and carefully undid the clasp. he struggled to grab at it because of how tight it had become, but he eventually managed it.

The bra sprang forwards, propelled by his expanding boobs. his tits wobbled on his chest, pulling his forwards in his seat a little. he sighed in relief as the pressure alleviated. When his breasts finally stopped jiggling, he could see them still inching ahead. he reached up and pulled his bra out from under his shirt. his hand nudged against his tits, and it sent a tingle through his whole body. They were so much more sensitive!

Rubin looked behind herself to see what was going on with his butt. he leaned forwards for a better look and felt his boobs’ increased weight pulling his down. When he looked at his butt, he could clearly see that it was growing larger as well! his shorts were clinging tightly to his skin, highlighting his plump ass. It looked almost too large and round to be stuffed into his shorts. Not only that, but it was slowly expanding even larger. he watched as it ballooned up behind her, taking up all the space his shorts had available.

Rubin bit his lip. “This is incredible,” he thought.

Suddenly, he realised that he was still holding his bra for all to see. he reached down and grabbed his bag from the floor. As he did so, he felt his breasts softly press into his lap. They spread out across his thighs as he leaned further forwards. he put his bra into his bag, and could feel his tits expanding against his legs. They swelled across his bare thighs, taking up space in all directions. The sensation of them being pushed back against his chest was a new one, but it was welcome. he enjoyed the moment a little longer as his breasts began to pour over the sides of his lap.

When he sat back up, he felt his shirt instantly tighten around his boobs. They were now so big that they had taken up all of the slack that his once-loose shirt had to offer. Despite this, they were still expanding, pulling the fabric tighter and tighter. There was no hiding their large size due to the way his shirt was hugging them. Now the size of cantaloupes, Rubin stared in wonderment as they kept on growing. Every now and then, the material of his shirt would jump across his curves slightly, pitifully giving up even more space to the ceaseless expansion.

The waistband on Rubin’s shorts was getting far tighter now. It pressed into his hips with increasing intensity until he could no longer ignore the sensation. he looked back and was met with the sight of his butt, which had grown even larger. Not only that, but his hips were most definitely wider than before too. They widened out to the sides more, and Rubin could feel his shorts tightening and constraining around his expanding backside.

he placed his hands on his ass, wanting to feel the growth. he could feel the expansion against his dainty hands, forcing them further and further backwards. his bum began to bulge out over the top of his shorts as the space ran out. he grew and grew over his shorts, feeling every inch of the expansion as it happened.

Her hands slowly moved away from his expanding rear. First, he moved his hands over his wide hips and went onto his waist. he enjoyed the curve as he went, revelling in how wide his hips were getting. Then his hands cupped under his breasts. They felt heavy as he moved up towards the front of their curves and gave them a squeeze. “Ohhh,” he moaned, feeling the pleasure twinge across his breasts.

Rubin found he couldn’t hold the entirety of his boobs in his hands any more; they were far too big. In fact, there were each around the same size as his head… and still growing. he sank his fingers into them, squeezing softly and letting his tits bulge between his digits. They pressed against his hands as they continued with their expansion outwards. he could see them slowly moving forwards, and he allowed for his hands be gradually pushed away. his hands roamed all over the curves of his breasts, hefting their notable weight every now and then. Each time he ran his hands over his nipples, it elicited another quiet moan.

Rubin realised he was starting to make a decent amount of noise… what if people had noticed? he quickly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. As he was looking around, he made eye contact with the girl sitting across the aisle from her. Rubin moved his hands away from his boobs slowly, and bit his lip. The girl just closed his eyes and pretended not to see anything, although he did nothing to hide his smirk. Rubin could feel herself blushing… he may have been getting a bit carried away for a moment.

The coach went over a bumpy patch in the road, quickly lurching up and down. Rubin felt his tits jiggle madly with each bump. They wobbled around inside his incredibly tight top, which did a poor job of supporting them. The weight of them bouncing up and down was a surprise for Rubin, who was used to almost weightlessness on his chest. Each time they reverberated, they expanded a little bit further. he restrained herself from giggling. “I’m loving this,” he thought.

Her ass and hips completely filled the seat now. Rubin felt his hips touch the armrests on either side and gradually press against them more and more as his hips grew even wider. his thighs had started to get fuller too, in order to keep up with his expanding hips and ass. They began to press together as they plumped up.

The shirt was now unbelievably tight around his tits. They continued to swell up, stretching the material taut. They rounded out, ballooning in every direction. his buttons started to strain under the pressure and gaps slowly opened between them as the shirt became increasingly inadequate. his cleavage was visible between the straining buttons, and tit flesh bulged forth, inching further forwards as time went on.

Rubin’s boobs were now the size of bowling balls, and the seat behind his felt like it was getting smaller and smaller with each passing second. Just looking at his curvy body and knowing it was only getting curvier was really turning Rubin on.

The coach began to slow down, and then turned off the main road. As it continued at its slow pace, Rubin heard the supervisor’s voice again. It snapped his out of his boob-centric trance. “We’ll be back in about a minute or so. Drop your things off in your hotel room and meet back in 20 minutes for food and a quick debrief.” A few seconds later, the coach rumbled to a halt and people were grabbing their bags and scrambling to their feet.

Rubin leaned forwards, partially to get his bag, but mainly to hide his newly-developed bust. his boobs pressed against his legs again, but this time they took up most, if not all, of his lap. They squashed against his plump thighs and overspilled them. As he remained still, he could feel his breasts swelling even further over his lap. he could barely reach down to get his bag off the floor, since his boobs took up so much space.

he waited for people to leave the coach, so nobody would get a chance to see her. As he waited, his boobs pushed against his legs with more and more pressure. he could feel his expansion slowly pushing his body upwards as a few minutes went by. Behind her, his ass pressed out into the seat. his hips were really wide now, filling the chair completely.

Rubin looked to see how many people had left, and saw that the girl across the aisle had been staring at his the whole time with the same smirk on his face. he finally stood up and left with the rest of the people. As he did, he looked back at Rubin and winked. Rubin felt embarrassed, but also ecstatic. That girl was the first person to notice his new body… and seemed to like it!

The last few people filtered off and Rubin began to rise from his seat. his hips and ass were so large that they nudged against the armrests as he stood. he felt his hips get more and more confined as he rose, until he became stuck. Rubin swore and grabbed the top of the chair in front of her. he pulled forwards and his hips slid out of their temporary prison. his bubble butt jiggled with all the commotion.

he stammered forwards slightly as he was released, and his boobs squished against the chair in front of her. he regained his balance and stood up straight, his tits rubbing against the seat all the while due to taking up the space between his body and the chair. Pleasure shot through her, centring on his hyper-sensitive breasts.

Rubin shuffled out into the aisle. his boobs and ass bounded with each step, bouncing uncontrollably. his shirt was so tight that it looked like the buttons were about to give in any minute. As he began walking towards the front of the coach, he could still feel herself growing. his tits, now the size of ripe watermelons, were being compressed against his ribs due to the constraint of his shirt. They jiggled as he moved, constantly threatening to tear right out of his clothes.

Her ass nudged against every seat as he walked, his hips swaying side to side as he was unused to such large proportions. his shorts were so comparably small to his body when he looked down that he had to stifle a laugh. his ass bulged out from the top and the bottom of it quite considerably. As he left the vehicle, he almost lost his balance a few times – either due to his heavy tits pulling his forwards, or his ass bumping against the seats.

Rubin carefully walked down the steps and off the coach, making sure not to lose his balance yet again. The cold night air made his shiver and his nipples hardened, clearly visible under his shirt. his colleagues had gained some distance on his by now, and he hurried as best as he could to catch up. This only made his new assets wobble more, but he managed to keep it mostly under control.

As he was walking towards the hotel, one of his shirt buttons suddenly burst off. his tits sprang forwards, straining the remaining buttons even further. “Oh shit! Come on, hang in there… almost back to the room!” his tits pushed out further and further, pouring through the new opening.

he begged his clothing to stay intact, not wanting to expose his massive tits. his shorts weren’t faring much better either. he could see some of the fabric beginning to fray at the seams. his ass was still slowly swelling as well, and his hips were widening too. They were now a whole 6 inches wider than his waist on each side, and gaining.

Rubin hurried into the hotel, down the corridor and into his room. he slammed the door shut behind his and sighed in relief. Just as soon as the door shut, his shorts began to tear at the back. his ass pressed the advantage and pushed through the gap, now expanding over the top, from underneath, and through the rip that was just created. The tear opened up wider and wider due to his inflating rear, and soon his cheeks could be seen clearly through it.

Another button burst from his shirt, firing a few feet across the room. his massive boobs leapt forwards into the free space. The momentum of his heavy tits dragged his forwards. he stumbled and nearly fell, having to grab onto a nearby table to remain upright. his breasts were squeezed so tight that he could see the colour of his skin through the parts that had not yet ripped apart. They bulged through the gaps at the front, and began to push through the neckline as well.

he grew and grew and grew. his ass ballooned out behind his steadily. his hips widened to keep up, as did his thighs. his bottom half was extremely disproportionate to his waist, twice as wide and twice as full. Likewise, his bust was very disproportionate to his body. he could see it growing ahead slowly, gradually blocking more of the lower part of his vision.

Rubin’s shorts ripped open a little more, and more of his ass poured out of the gap. The shorts were so tight that it was getting to be quite painful, so he realised he would need to get them off… and quick. he pulled at the topmost button of his shorts, and as he did so, he felt his arms pressing against the sides of his tits. he undid it, and felt the pressure immediately relieve, making his ass jiggle. “That’s already better,” he said. he unbuttoned the rest, and began lowering his shorts. he had to wiggle it over his wide hips, protruding ass, and thick thighs in order to get it off. As he leaned over to pull it down his legs, his boobs dangled below her, tightly held back by his shirt.

he stood back up and looked back to see his ass still expanding. his knickers had long since slipped between his cheeks, and they were so skin tight that it was unbelievable. Each butt cheek was now the size of a volley ball, and still slowly inflating larger too. he grabbed his bum and gave it a squeeze. “Oh my god, it’s still so firm,” he said. he felt herself getting even more turned on just by looking at his massive ass and knowing it still wasn’t finished growing.

Her shirt dug into his supple breasts more and more now. his boobs pushed through every gap available. They inched further ahead all the time. It was getting so, so tight. he gritted his teeth. he closed his eyes. he groaned…

And then the rest of the buttons all came bursting off his shirt. his gigantic breasts shot forwards, wobbling and jiggling as his shirt opened, each half flying to the sides. Rubin caught his breasts in a hug, trying to stabilise them. They bulged around his forearms and almost completely enveloped them. “Mmm,” he moaned, their increased sensitivity showed itself yet again. Once his breasts stopped jiggling, he let them go and took the remains of his shirt off. he then looked at his freed breasts in all their glory.

They were each the size of a basketball, yet maintained a full and firm tear drop shape. They slowly curved down from his chest and reached down to his navel. his erect nipples capped the frontmost part of his bosom, and lead the way as he kept on expanding. he could see them progressing forwards even still, and they were also taking up more and more space on his torso. They swelled down over his belly button ever so slowly.

Rubin felt his knickers snap off and fall to the ground, leaving his completely naked except for his boots. he ran his hands down his curves starting at his breasts. he felt them expanding against his hands before he slowly moved down their gentle curves. he pinched his nipples on the way, letting out a moan. Then he moved his hands to the sides and ran them over his hips, which widened even more as he moved. Finally, he gave herself a slap on the ass, feeling it undulate in response.

Then, he felt the pace of the growth slow right down. “Oh no, don’t stop yet,” he pleaded. he had been enjoying this expansion far too much for it to stop now. However, the growth slowed even more, eventually coming to a stop. “Well, damn,” he said, sighing.

Rubin wanted to get a proper look at his new curvaceous body, so didn’t hesitate in moving to the mirror across the room. he could barely walk straight. his hips swayed wildly and his boobs bounced up and down as he walked. This served to highlight his exaggerated hourglass figure even more.

“Holy shit, I look incredible,” he said once he arrived in front of the mirror. he looked herself up and down, taking in the sheer size of his breasts and ass. he smiled widely and grabbed one breast in one hand, his ass in the other. “Ohhh,” he moaned again, still staring in the mirror. he kept on doing this for a few minutes; looking herself over and feeling every inch of his new body.

he got so lost in his refection that he almost forgot about having to go and meet up for dinner. he looked at the alarm clock and realised he only had a few minutes! he had to get ready, and fast.

he went to his suitcase and began digging for clothes. he knew none of his underwear would fit his now, so he would have to do without. First, he pulled out a pair of jeans and tried them on. he stepped into them, putting his arm on the wall to steady his balance as his tits pulled his forwards. The jeans barely came halfway up his legs when he tried to pull them up. his thighs were now far to large for his to get his jeans on. he put the jeans back and tried on a pair of loose joggers. They passed by his thighs, but got stuck at his bum. he pulled and pulled, squeezing his ass upwards until… the material stretched over his massive ass and wide hips. It was still very tight, but at least he had found something to actually dress his lower half.

Next, he had to cover his huge boobs… which he knew wouldn’t be an easy task. he pulled out the largest and baggiest t-shirt he had with her. he pulled it down over his head and tried tugging it all the way over his tits. he had to move the top this way and that, making his breasts bounce and sway. The pleasure kept on ramping up as he fidgeted with the shirt, trying to get it over his sensitive breasts. It quickly started to drive his wild, managing to make his even more aroused. he moaned and his hand started working its way into his jogging bottoms to go between his legs. Then, he stopped herself. he didn’t have time to get carried away. Looking at the clock revealed that he only had 3 minutes left to get ready.

The top that he had tried on was far from adequate. It didn’t cover his belly at all, and his tits bulged out of the neckline as well as out from underneath. It pressed his breasts against his body tightly. “Well, this won’t do...” he said, scanning the rest of the clothes for another solution. he spotted a big jumper that he often wrapped herself up in whenever he got cold. “That might do the trick.”

he teased the t-shirt off herself, and then pulled the jumper on. After struggling to get it over his overinflated chest it managed to cover the entirety of his boobs, but only barely. his belly, from the bottom of his tits and down to the top of his hips, was left on show. he looked down and could clearly see his cleavage showing down his collar. Maybe he didn’t have anything at all that would manage to cover his new curves?

“Well… I have this incredible body now,” he thought, “I might as well flaunt it!” he decided the tight clothes he was wearing would do a very good job of showing off his body.

Standing up straight to look at herself in the mirror once again, Rubin took one last glance. his figure was insanely over exaggerated – taking the definition of an hourglass body to a whole new level. his clothes clung to his skin tightly, so there would be no way his colleagues wouldn’t notice the changes that had happened to her. That excited her. he gave herself an approving nod, then turned away.

he stumbled his way over to the door, still getting used to the weight distribution of his body. he looked down at his massive tits, grinned, and then went to join his colleagues for dinner.

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I tried to move. The pressure inside my breasts was unbearable, their weight so immense that they pinned me down in bed. It had been awhile since I woke up to this; I'd forgotten how heavy they got when I let them get this full. I sighed; why had I let Elena talk me into this?

“Ell, get in here,” I yelled, “I can't wait any longer; my boobs feel like they're ready to explode!”

I was about ten o'clock in the morning, three feet of snow in the last week meant that roads were only just beginning to open up again, with the weatherman calling for much more on the way come evening, and my breasts were so desperately overfilled that I couldn't move, and just breathing made them wobble in a way that sent shivers through my body as I felt them stretching feebly to hold more than double the load I'd gotten used to carrying around, even on weekends when I didn't have to milk myself down to a manageable size and could just lay around the house with a pair of boobs swollen to such enjoyably lush dimensions. Aside from being ready to pop though, I was cozy as fuck, sitting in bed, propped up on a modest heap of pillows just under the window, with nothing on but my panties, a pair of knee-length fuzzy socks, and Sadie's orange sweater forcing my warm, swollen breasts to loll close across my body.

“What, already?” Elena asked in disbelief as she squeezed through the door, “Come on, I saw you get tons bigger than this back when you first started growing.”

“Hey now,” I shot back, “The only reason I even agreed to do this in the first place is because it's your birthday and you begged me for it. My stretchmarks were finally starting to fade, I've been holding steady at twenty five gallons a day, and I can finally walk more than a couple hundred yards without having to sit down and catch my breath. I wouldn't have pushed myself this far except I'm hoping I won't have to go back to work for a few days and I'll be able to spend some extra time pumping so maybe my boobs won't decide to blow up like a couple of water balloons again. It's taken enough getting used to living with tits the size of overstuffed beanbag chairs, you know? Besides, it's not like you'll be able to drink it all anyways.”

“I don't know about that; I might just surprise you,” Elena teased, pulling of her shirt to reveal her own plump, heavy breasts, “Your milk has been awfully good for me these last few months, I bet I could force myself to swallow a bit more than usual, since like you said, I can afford to just lay around like a beached whale for a few days after we've had our fun.”

She had a point. Since October, her once-modest breasts, nourished by countless gallons of my own breast milk, had swollen into a pair of L cup stunners that hung like fat teardrops against her stomach just barely above her navel and swelling out broader than her chest. Her nipples were barely any larger than when we started, but the fact that their sensitivity had grown exponentially as her breasts enlarged behind them only served to make our time together all the more distracting.

“Okay, you do know that just because you've finally got a set of melons big enough to smother me with doesn't mean that most of what you suck out of me isn't going to end up in the same exact place it's been going?” I teased, “Though you did spend enough time driving me around when I was still getting used to my new curves; I guess I could play chauffeur for you when your ass finally gets too huge for you to fit behind the wheel anymore.”

“Hey, I'm just embracing the body that nature has been trying to give me for years,” Ell protested cheerfully as she bent over and pulled her overworked sweatpants down past her lush hips, “Besides, don't think I haven't noticed how much you've been enjoying smacking me on the ass when we're in bed lately; I know you love making me even more deliciously pear-shaped than I already am.”

She was right. Not just about the “Me loving how huge I was making her” part, but about just how spectacularly voluptuous her ass had become over the last couple of months. Her hips were several inches too wide to fit through the bedroom door now, so breathtakingly wide that when she stood up her arms just sort of hung awkwardly against the front of her luscious thighs, which had been pumped full of fat to nearly the same degree. Each one was already visibly bigger around than her chest, and every hour she spent sucking on my tits was only adding inches to their curvaceousness. Elena's ass though, it put all the rest of her figure to shame. Even turning sideways, the only way she could fit through most of the doors in the house was by taking advantage of the fact that everything behind her was indecently soft and jiggly, whatever muscle she'd earned from years of doing squats at the gym long since buried under nearly as much fat as I had in my boobs, leaving her rump beguilingly pliable. Just walking across the room sent her decadently overstuffed cheeks wobbling and rippling as if her ass had its own gravitational field was a sight to behold, especially when she was down on all fours, and its sheer vastness overwhelmed her impressively thick waist, her trembling behind so quick to quiver that sometimes its upper few inches would actually slap against the small of her back.

“Mmm, enjoying the show?” Ell asked, noticing my stare and doing turning as she crossed the room to give me a fuller view of her monumental curves, “If you think this is big, just imagine how gigantic I'm going to be after you finish force feeding me breast milk until my belly is ready to burst. Give me a couple of days and I bet I'll be so enormous and soft back there that you'll be able to stretch me out and lay on my butt like it’s your own private waterbed. How does that sound, hmm?”

“It sounds,” I said as I slowly pulled up the front of my sweater, smiling seductively at Elena as my huge, milky breasts spilled inch by inch from its confinement, dropping heavily against my chest, pausing coyly just shy of revealing my nipples, which were erect and poking hard against the thick material, already beginning to leak milk, “Like a good start. Why don't you come over here and help me out of my clothes?”

“Ah, just look at you, with your tits so big you can't even get naked without my help,” Elena teased as she climbed into bed, grinning as I spread my legs to let her come in closer, “They're just so fat, so obscenely saturated with milk you can barely move. Why, I bet you're so overwhelmed by them you couldn't even make yourself come if you wanted to. You're just laying there, helpless, your big, swollen tits just quivering for someone who knows how to handle them; I can see it in your eyes, you don't need to breathe a word for me to know you're just begging for it.”

“Ohh, how did you know?” I asked demurely, more than ready to play my part, “You're right; I'm just so lazy and horny, I've let my poor, aching breasts get far too big and heavy for me to do anything about them by myself. Please, help me, if you don't you'll just have to sit there and watch while I get even more bloated and overfilled with milk, my skin stretching further and further as gallon after gallon pours into my boobs, my nipples swelling up all plump and tight, just waiting for someone to suck it out of them. Oh please, it's just torture being trapped in bed like this. I know, you'll probably think it's such a naughty thing to admit, knowing that you're the only one who can help me, and the only one who can leave me here to just grow and grow until my breasts actually explode, it's just making me so wet.”

“Well, if you're really in such dire straits, I guess I'd have to be a sadist to just leave you to your fate here, you big-titted slut,” Ell purred, coming closer on her hands and knees, her enormous ass jutting out behind her, only stopping as her free-hanging breasts grazed my inner thighs and I could feel her hot breath on the exposed skin of my milk-glutted melons, “I think I want to see just how desperate your condition is before I decide whether I'm ready to help you just yet, or whether I'd rather pour myself a glass of wine and settle in to watch the show while you squirm and swell and beg me for help for another couple of hours.”

Ell lowered her head, seized the edge of my sweater in her teeth, and lifted it up. There was a lingering moment of pain as my breasts, for all their luxurious weight, were held prisoner within the sweater as my nipples thrust so hard against the fabric that it seemed Elena was just as helpless to release them as I was, but then like a storm-swollen lake bursting its dam, they slipped free, slapping hard against my body as they fell, a thick jet of milk erupting from each as they hit home.

“I suppose these are full enough to be worth attending to,” Ell said, letting the sweater slip from her lips, leaving it to rest flaccidly against the upper reaches of my mammoth bosom like a deflated balloon, “Ooh, do you feel how my tits are pinched between those freakishly overgrown milkers of yours? Or are you already so spectacularly filled to the brim that the only feeling your overgrown tits can even register is all that pressure?”

By way of testing her hypothesis, Ell took one hand and gently raked her nails along the rimpled, straining skin of my areola. I flinched; a scream caught in my throat. She was really pushing it this time; any other day I'd have slapped her for something like this, bent her over my knees and spanked her overfed ass until she was so sore all she could do was lay there on her belly and whimper. Even though it was her birthday, that wasn't why I held back. It had been too long since I'd let myself get so full and vulnerable as this, and even with the sting of her nails still arcing through my sore flesh, I realized just how much I'd missed this.

“Oh- Please, be gentle!” I gasped, uselessly trying to wrap my arms around my tumescent mammaries in defense, “My skin is stretched so tight already! I feel like even the softest touch might make me burst!”

“Mmm, perhaps you're right,” Ell said, staring down at my chest with a lustful gleam in her eyes, “I barely even touched you, and your huge, overstretched breast looks as raw as if I'd really come at you with my nails out. I suppose I'd better do something about that before you do explode, though I must warn you, I'm so terribly thirsty today, and if I suck these tits of yours dry and still go unsatisfied, I'll have to think of a proper way to make you regret taking advantage of my kind and generous nature like this.”

“Yes, please, suck it all out- I need it,” I begged as Elena lowered herself down to reach my nipples, my breasts so full and heavy that by the time she was in position her own plump melons were pooled soft and tremulous between my knees, “Come on, don't keep me waiting! Every second you're not sucking the milk out of me is torture! Just do it; I swear I've got more than enough to fill you with more than you can hold.”

“Mmm,” Elena murmured, only her lust-narrowed eyes visible beyond the engorged horizon of my right breast, her huge ass bulging impressively high behind her as she leaned in close, her hot breath burning against my aching nipples, “I'll be the judge of that. And if you come up short, maybe your judge and prison guard too.”

And with one last sultry, cocksure look, Elena closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around the rosy tip of my throbbing, milky teat and began to suck.

The last few months Elena had been getting in all the practice a girl could ask for in such matters; especially if she was off work for the day, it wasn't at all unusual for me to wake up in the morning with her latched onto one of my boobs, intent on draining me before I went to work, and then for her to meet me at the door as I came home, naked, with a bottle of wine in hand, and an invitation on her lips to follow her to the bedroom for more of the same. And all that nursing had done more than leave her with an ass as big as a queen size waterbed and a pair of jugs that were finally large enough for us to have some fun with- when it came to sucking, all this experience had been anything but wasted on her. It had been months since she'd choked when I was particularly full and freely-flowing; even after a long night of inattention all it took was the touch of her tongue to make my boobs erupt like geysers; she gulped it down with ease. Before long she was able to suck me dry even faster than the breast pump, and my body responded in kind, my breasts growing more and more willing to pour out their rich burden, as if the countless ducts that led from my milk-sodden flesh to my dripping peaks were growing and multiplying in response to Elena's constant attention. I wasn't complaining; after a month and a half, my daily pumping time was down by half, though I did have to start keeping an extra blouse at work, because if I did wait too long to take care of myself, I went from leaking to soaking wet in the blink of an eye. Sometimes I gave Ell a hard time about it, suggesting we should call up the nearest dairy, buy an entire tanker full of milk and just put its hose in her mouth and see how long she could last, but Ell always giggled, squeezed my boobs, and told me that I tasted so much sweeter than any cow ever could.

I was expecting things to go like they usually did, Ell easily swallowing at least half of what I had to share and then wiping her lips and hooking me up to the breast pump when she reached her limit, but the second I felt my milk begin to flow I knew this time was different. It had been months since I'd waited this long between milkings, months since I'd let myself become so dangerously overfilled, and with my bosom as primed and ready as ever to deliver its load into Elena's willing body, my milk came not just in a gush, but a deluge.

Elena's eyes went wide and her cheeks bulged out as my milk flooded into her far more forcefully than she was used to. Even a few seconds in, she looked like a woman trying not to drown, shuddering, gagging, milk not dripping but spilling out around her lips as she struggled to take in a torrent as forceful as if she'd been drinking from a fire hose.

“Ohh- Ell, please, you can stop if you want to,” I sighed, all our games forgotten in an instant as my concern for her and the sheer overwhelming pleasure of all this set the room spinning around me, “I won't- Ahh, oh, please, don't stop- it feels so amazing-”

I trailed off, so weak with bliss I could barely hold my head up. If Elena was in any condition to hear my plea, she didn't show it. Instead, she reached out with both hands, clutched tightly, painfully at my milk-distended bosom, and buried her face in the vast expanse of my breast.

I could feel her swallowing recklessly; the tender immensity of my breast pressing against her neck, milk surging through the sodden tissues of my bosom with such force I could swear I could hear it flowing. I was helpless, a prisoner to the massive weight of my boobs and so paralyzed with ecstasy that all I could do was lay there, shuddering weakly, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Ell seemed to be finding her rhythm now; though the amount of milk flowing down along my breast was far more than a trickle, she was managing, somehow, to take it all in without drowning herself. Her face buried in my areola, I could feel the vibrations of her murmurs of satisfaction; she had been waiting for this for the last month, and now she was going to milk me for all I was worth.

Barely a minute later, her belly was swollen enough to brush my knees; tight, heavy and growing fuller by the second. She rocked back and forth as she sucked my tit, now that it was relieved of a goodly fraction of its burden I could see the back of Elena's head, and beyond that, her massive ass heaving and rolling as she moved like she was being fucked from behind. My skin was starting to hurt where her fingers dug like claws into my breast, and my stifled moans of discomfort steadily grew into cries of pain at her rough treatment, something which finally roused Elena from her creamy appetites.

“Hmm, what's this now?” she asked, leaning back onto her fulsome haunches, slick from her chin down with my milk, her fat breasts glistening with it as they lay atop a belly that rested heavily between her lush thighs, “I'm not being too rough on you, am I?”

“You wouldn't squeeze a balloon like that if you didn't want it to pop,” I complained, summoning up enough strength to massage my abused mammary protectively, “Don't give my poor, overfilled tits any reason to do the same, please.”

“But when I get you all worked up like this you're so much more productive,” Elena pouted, leaning in close to my body once more, “I don't even have to suck; all I need to do is stretch my lips around your hard, throbbing teat and swallow. Still, I guess I can try to find another way to keep your body primed and ready. Here, let's see if this isn't a little more to your liking.”

With one swift motion, Elena jammed her hand beneath my breasts, seized my panties and tore them off with ease. I didn't even have time to realize what she was doing, because a split second later, I felt her thrust three fingers inside me, stroking my most sensitive places as only she knew how. I felt my nipples swell in sympathy to my pulsing core, and Ell breathed a sigh of approval as she gazed down at my recumbent form.

“Oh, just look at that; you're leaking all over yourself now,” she chided, pausing for a moment to slowly run her tongue along the curve of my milk-soaked breast, not for a second forgetting to ply my femininity with a talented hand, “Mmm, and you're just so receptive today; I think you've got room for a little more in there.”

I quivered as Elena slipped another finger inside me, and the room grew blurry as she leaned forward and took my nipple in her mouth again. Her belly hung heavier and heavier against my legs as she drank; rocking her body less insistently as its growing bulk became too much for her; the measured slap-slap-slap of its underside smacking against her ample thighs becoming louder and slower as she expanded. My right breast had subsided almost to its usual dimensions now, well, usual for when it had been six hours or more since my last milking, and Ell was actually having to suck again to keep the milk flowing. Her arms must have been getting tired; she finally pulled her right hand out from between my thighs, her left arm trembling from being forced to support her weight alone for the last several minutes.

I felt delightfully spent; if not for the fact that my left breast, despite the steady stream of milk leaking from its peak, was, if anything, even more distended than before, the rest of my body hummed with satisfaction. Finally, Ell must have had her fill. She sat back up again and looked down at me triumphantly.

“Well now, you don't disappoint after all,” she beamed, her belly swollen fully two feet and several inches across, “Oh, I think this is the most I've ever sucked out of you at once; I can almost hear my belly stretching to hold it all. My, but this feels incredible; I think if I spread my legs out wide enough it would actually rest on the bed in front of me. I think I could just sit here all afternoon touching every glorious inch of it and be completely content.”

“I'm glad you've enjoyed your birthday present,” I said, smiling wanly up at her, “But before you settle into luxuriating in yourself and fantasizing about how much bigger your boobs are going to be by tomorrow morning, would you mind hooking me up to the breast pump so I can get some relief on my other side? Or no, you're probably too big to stand up right now aren't you? Could you just kind of let me up so I can go do it? I'm ridiculously lopsided right now, but I bet I can manage.”

“Hook yourself up to the breast pump? Why on earth would I do that and let all that thick, sweet milk of yours just go to waste like that?” Ell said smiling seductively as she saw a look of surprise cross my face, “Oh don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here in bed until you've got one tit so full to bursting that you'll do anything I tell you to if it means I'll finally help you pump it out. It's just, well, you went and brought me two sumptuous birthday presents just for me, and so far I've only gotten to enjoy one of them.”

“You really want to keep drinking?” I asked, looking down at my milk-swollen housemate in amazement, “You've already sucked, like, fifty gallons out of me and your belly is so huge you can hardly even keep your balance. Do you honestly think you can hold twice as much, or maybe more, from how tight I'm getting over here right now?”

“What, this?” Elena asked innocently, sitting back on her ample haunches and proudly cradling her distended belly like a woman proudly pregnant with triplets, “Why I'm just getting warmed up; I'm sure if you give me the chance I can hold ever so much more. Besides, I've spent months enjoying running my fingers along those stretchmarks of yours; don't you think you deserve the chance to play the same game with me? I can just feel my belly stretching tighter and tighter; I feel like if I just took a deep, long breath right now it would blossom into them from my belly button to my sides. And just think about what all this milk is going to do to all my tits over the next couple of days. I feel like my skin's barely been able to keep up with how fast my breasts have been growing since we started all this; just imagine waking up tomorrow to find me helpless and desperate in bed, with my boobs blown up overnight to three times this size, aching, sore, stretched painfully tight, and practically begging for you to come and teach me just how rough sex can be for a girl with breasts bigger than beach balls. And don't lie to me and tell me you wouldn't feel yourself just swelling up with desire if you came into my room tomorrow morning and found me laying there in bed with my ass so obscenely glutted with fat that I was even wider than the mattress. Mmm, just imagine how taut and overstretched my poor, overfilled bottom would be after gaining another couple of hundred pounds overnight; I bet it would tight as a drum, and you probably wouldn't get tired of spanking me until I was just begging to please you any way I could, just as long as you'd stop torturing my tender, vulnerable body. So come on, let me suck on your tit a little bit longer. You said it yourself; that one breast of yours is looking desperately unattended to; your fat nipple is leaking like a cheap faucet and your breast is still filling up with milk so fast that I can see you getting more deliciously distended by the second.”

“Well then,” I said as I heaved myself upright, trying not to wince at just how uncomfortably overladen and sore my left breast already was, and hoping that I somehow looked sensual and imposing as my one tremendously overfilled breast threatened to pull be off the bed sideways and throw out my back in the process, “If you're really intent on finding out just how much milk your belly can hold, I'm afraid there won't be room enough in bed for us if you're hoping to keep our little feeding session here fun and intimate.”

“Oh, what do you mean?” Ell asked, looking for all the world as if she hadn't expected her solicitations for more to have met with my approval, “Here, would you be more comfortable on top? We can switch places if you want. Oof- I don't think I'm too big for that position quite yet.”

“Come now, that's not how it works; just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I can't set a few of the rules for our games together,” I said, leering at her, “If you're serious about sucking me dry, I want you on the floor and on your knees, if you're not already too fat-assed and round-bellied to move already.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Ell murmured with a submissive wink as she heaved her ungainly figure out of bed, huffing and panting as she tried to lower herself to the floor without falling on anything too sensitive, “Ooh, I've never been this heavy before. There's just so much of me right now; it's just such a turn-on; the floor just feels so hard and cold against the underside of my belly, so much weight pushing and squeezing me inside. I can't imagine how horny I'll be by the time you've finished filling me up properly.”

“So, I know you think that belly of yours can hold every last drop of I've got sloshing around inside this fat, milky breast of mine, and you know that every ounce you gain is only making the pressure on your tenderest places all the more delectable?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and swaying back and forth hypnotically, my swollen melon just inches from her lips, “I suppose you wouldn't mind then if I forced it endure just a little more weight besides?”

“Oh yes, anything,” Elena agreed breathlessly, practically drooling at the sight of me, “I'll take anything you're generous enough to give me.”

“Are you sure; I'd guess you've already added a good three hundred pounds to what's fattening up your nethers just since we woke up, not counting, of course, whatever your already-ample figure weighs in at.” I said with a wicked grin, “Because I could use a bit of support while I'm feeding you.”

“Really, three hundred pounds of milk already?” Ell sighed, so blissfully that I half-expected her eyes to roll up into her head right before she passed out on the bedroom floor, “You're making me such a big girl. Come on, give it to me; don't stop until I'm at least half a ton, full to bursting, with my belly so overstretched that I'll scream if you so much as kiss it for me.”

“Well then,” I said as I slid off the bed, knees bending and legs parting as I lowered myself toward Ell, “Let's not waste another second then.”

And without giving her a chance to change her mind, not that Ell was in any condition to escape anyway, I sat down right on top of her sensually distended belly. I could feel the milk inside of her sloshing around as Ell shuddered at having to having to support my weight on top of her own. She gasped weakly as her belly bulged out alarmingly beneath me, pressing hard and tight against my thighs, creaking like an overinflated balloon.

“Mmm, now that's a little more comfortable, at least for me,” I giggled, delighted at the way Ell squirmed uneasily as I gave a playful little bounce, “As for you, I'm not as worried about your comfort, because on the off chance that you aren't too tender, sore and exhausted to do much more than breathe and whimper right now, you will be soon enough. Open wide.”

I twisted my body slightly, swinging my spectacularly milk-glutted breast, now bloated to close to three feet across, into position, smiling to myself as I saw Elena's eyes go wide just before her face disappeared beyond the horizon of my bosom. I saw lust and desire in her eyes, and also, to my boundless delight, just the slightest sliver of panic. She was already so terribly full, and she was about to learn just what becoming transcendently overfilled was like, and I knew that even by the end, she'd still be begging for more.

I shivered as her wet lips pressed slick and hot against my plum-sized nipple, then bent forwards another inch to make it easier for her, and the moment I felt myself slip into her mouth, her face pressed tight against my pale, fullness-straining areola, I mashed my arms against my aching breast, my milk let down like flood, and I exploded into her.

I heard it surging through my flesh, like the roar of a waterfall swollen by the melts of spring, or a high-pressure water main that had ruptured, pouring, gushing, flooding into Elena's waiting body. In mere seconds, more than a gallon of my lavish payload flowed into her. Ell was so hopelessly overwhelmed that it was all she could do to keep her lips wrapped around my puffed-up nipple, sucking weakly and unevenly as my milk forced its way down her throat. It was far too much for her; I felt the warm wetness of it leaking from her mouth and dribbling down the tender skin of her fat bosom, both softly supporting the immense bulk of my own gargantuan breast, running across the taut surface of her belly, hot and slippery where my thighs splayed out across its overindulgent boundlessness.

Her belly billowed beneath me as we loaded it with more; I felt it expanding under me, lifting me inch by inch higher off the floor, forcing me to spread my legs farther and farther apart to accommodate its increasing volume. I felt a sharp tremor race across it as Ell's body struggled to contain so much, her skin stretching severely as gallon after gallon of my milk surged into her desperately overfilled belly. And I knew she loved every moment of it.

I could feel the gentle vibrations as she moaned quietly around my nipple, her own peaks becoming thick and hard, driving against the lower hemisphere of my breast, her areolae rimpling up furrowed and sensitive against my skin. The shivers blossoming through Ell's body were more than just her belly straining as she grew more impossibly overladen; I felt her hand slip searchingly between my calf and her taut skin, and smiled as I imagined how arousing, how maddening it must have been to have so much liquid pleasure sloshing around inside of herself, weighing down heavy and warm against all her most intimate depths, and yet be so tremendously replete that there was no way those eager fingers of her were going to find their mark.

My breast was finally growing softer, though still swollen so large that I needed both hands to steady it, Ell being entirely too weak and consumed with bliss to offer any help, though the way her breasts cradled its underside did help a little, as the hot, pulsing skin of my underboob settled heavy and oppressive onto Ell's recently ripened tits, and even the exposed arc of her belly between her bosom and my lap. I could practically feel her growing more tantalizingly engorged with every spurt of milk she swallowed, her belly growing larger and more desperately distended by the second.

“Mmm, that's it Ell,” I sighed, leaning forward and burying her face deeper into my lush mammary, reaching down and stroking her hair fondly as she murmured ardently in response, “This is what you asked for, isn't it, the birthday present you've been begging me for? You don't even have to suck; just open yourself up and let the milk flow into you. You like that, don't you, not having to do anything at all, letting me to all the work and just sitting here, blissfully helpless as gallon after gallon of my milk just floods your body uncontrollably. You probably don't even hear a word I'm saying; all that weight and pressure building in your belly, sixty, maybe seventy gallons already weighing you down, pinning you to the floor, sloshing and surging against all your most excitable places, stroking you from the inside, making you so horny that even if you were about to burst, you wouldn't even care enough to be afraid.”

Elena was rocking her hips weakly now; as I looked over her shoulder, I could see her enormous ass quaking and rolling behind her, her legs, her feet completely buried under its quiversome bulk as she moaned to herself, hell-bent on wringing every last iota of pleasure from this that her body could endure.

“Oh, I bet that feels nice, doesn't it?” I asked, squeezing my thighs together slightly and smiling as Ell shuddered in response, “I know you're doing this because you want bigger tits, two huge, soft pale pillows to bury your face in when you're laying in bed, heavy hangers slapping against your belly when you walk around the house in nothing but a pair of overstretched panties, full and fertile and so distractingly sensitive. Ooh, I'm going to make your fantasies come true if I have to pump you full of my milk every single day for the next month, even if my tits blow up too big for me to drive again and all the old ladies at the library shoot me dirty looks while I'm jiggling round behind the reference desk. I don't care if desperately overfilling your belly each and every day leaves you with stretchmarks from your sides to your belly button, I want to keep feeding you until you're so obscenely well-endowed that you won't be able to wear a t-shirt out it public without your fat nipples threatening to poke right through it, boobs that smack against your hips when you walk, and believe me, you're going to have some spectacularly overfed hips by the time we're finished, you and I. You're already so lusciously pear-shaped already; don't think I don't love every inch of your new figure; and don't think for a second that by the time we've fattened your breasts up to the size you've been dreaming of, your ass is going to be anything shy of tremendous. You can already barely fit it into the bathtub; don't deny it; I was there with you last Saturday, remember? You'll be lucky if we don't have to have every door in the house widened by the time I'm satisfied with you; and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself until you've got such a pair of tremulously overfattened cheeks that you'll be waddling around like you've had a few hundred pounds of jelly injected into your rump; huge, quivering, and just begging for a good spanking, any time I can take advantage of you.”

Still gulping away at my swollen teat, Ell gave out a submissive whimper of ecstasy, her lips feebly tightening around my sodden peak, as if she were desperate to fill herself with more as fast as she possibly could. My breast was more than half-drained by now; I wrapped my arms around it, squeezing in with my elbows and giggling at how Ell choked and struggled at the sudden surge that spurted past her unready lips. Her belly was becoming decadently massive beneath me, now so prodigiously bloated with milk that I only my toes touched the floor on either side of it, while a moment later the was a sound like a wet balloon on a windowpane as its skin, slick with my milk and perhaps some even more intimate fluids, rubbed hard against the bed frame.

“Mmm, and let's not neglect this belly we've worked so hard on together,” I mused, bending forward and patting the side of Ell's prodigious tummy approvingly, “Filling you to the brim like this once in a while has already made you nice and plump. No matter how many hours your spend at the gym; if we make a regular habit of this though, just think how big and soft in front you'll be by the time you've earned yourself a truly backbreakingly-swollen set of tits. I think you'll look so delectable once you've got a nice, full, fluffy belly swelling out underneath those big boobs you've been lusting after; I can just imagine sneaking into your room at night and playing with your sensual rolls until you wake up horny and begging for my attention.”

“Ooh, Seph, please, it’s too much,” Elena gasped, struggling to pull her mouth away from my lush breast, “Just give me a moment- to catch my breath- every nerve in my body is stretched as tight as can be! I've come so many times I've lost count- all your milk inside of me is just so heavy on all my tenderest places, but I'm so exhausted now, so utterly spent- please, I don't think I can take any more of this!”

“Aw, don't be like that,” I said, looking down on her while rubbing my milk-laden breast appraisingly, “I was hoping to get out of the house and run some errands this afternoon, and I just can't go out it public with one of my tits swollen up with ten gallons of milk making me all lopsided and unbalanced.”

“But your tits are ginormous no matter how full of milk they are,” Elena protested weakly, clutching anxiously at her massive belly, “besides, if it really bothers you that much, you can just spend a few minutes hooked up to the pump before you go out, can't you?”

“Oh, is that how easy you think it is for me? It's obvious you've still got a very long way to go before you're in a position to really understand what it's like going through life with a couple hundred pounds of huge, milky breasts weighing you down” I shot back, reaching beyond my bosom and poking Elena, hard, in the tit with an outstretched finger to drive home my point, “I've spent months trying to stay on top of milking myself and living lean just to keep my boobs from getting so debilitatingly ponderous that I can't even walk, skipping dessert and depriving myself of all the really good craft beers in town, and here, just to make your birthday special and give you what you really wanted, I skipped my last three pumping sessions and stayed up until three in the morning glutting myself with cake, just because I knew it would rock your world to come in this morning and find me with my tits so overfilled they're literally creaking. Even once I've wrung every last ounce from my girls, I won't be the least bit surprised if I've gained back at least fifty pounds and who knows how many inches of bustline overnight! I'll have to double up on pumping just to keep my body from deciding that this is what it’s supposed to be doing, and it’s not like I don't get enough scandalized stares at work without me going up a couple dozen cup sizes overnight!”

“Okay, I'm sorry,” Elena pleaded, looking genuinely contrite, “You're right, I was just enjoying your body and never stopped to think about what the consequences of making you blow yourself up like this would be for you. Here, I've had a chance to catch my breath, and no matter how full I am already, there's nothing I'd love to do more than really find out how much I can handle by sucking down every last drop of your sweet, thick milk.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, squeezing her belly between my legs again, “If you're going to finish me off, then there's no backing out again, no matter how painfully distended your poor, overfilled tummy gets, or if it finally dawns on you just how many pounds of quivering, jigglesome is going to be going straight to your big, spankable ass over the next few days. Then again, maybe you're going to finally get your wish, and the sheer overwhelming combination of calories and hormones I'm pumping into your body will finally trigger the growth spurt you've been fantasizing about. Just don't come moaning to me if your breasts finally do swell up by a hundred pounds each overnight, and you find yourself trapped whimpering in bed with your nipples too sore to touch and your areolae split right through with the whitest stretchmarks you've ever seen.”

“Oh, just give it to me,” Elena begged, leaning in and licking at my milk-weeping teat, “I hope every word you're saying comes true; just don't stop until you've forced me to swallow every last drop in your tits.”

“Well, if you insist; back to your feast then,” I smiled as I thrust my bloated breast between Ell's waiting lips, sighing with satisfaction as she started sucking like a woman half-dead from thirst, “It gets worse than that though, in case you think having your tits fattened up like that is going to be a treat; they'll hurt, you know, deep and throbbing like a bruise, every nerve in them screaming from being plumped up to such staggering dimensions. All you'll want to do is touch them, play with them, explore them, but it'll be weeks before you stop wincing in pain every time you run your fingers across their overstretched skin, blue veins pulsing just beneath the surface, struggling to feed such an obscenely overgrown pair of breasts as you've condemned yourself to lug around. Even as you quiver at how vast and sensitive they are, just the slightest touch being enough to leave you dripping wet and so horny your knees will buckle beneath you, every flaw, every fissure, every faint striation will remind you of just how dangerously overfilled your lust for more led you to become, and you'll be tantalized by the question of whether you could stand to grow just a little bit more, or whether your breasts are far too full and fat for safety's sake, and the fact that they haven't exploded is nothing but luck, pure and simple. But no matter how sore, no matter how heavy, no matter how your bosom aches with excess, there's always going to be a part of you that longs for even more, no matter the cost.”

“You're right; I can already feel it,” Elena gasped, milk dripping down her chin as she panted, her breath hot against the wet skin of my hard nipple, “Ohh, I feel like if I swallow another drop, it'll be too much for me to bear! I'm already so awfully full and heavy; I don't think I'll be able to move after this!”

“Mmm, even if you can, I don't expect you'll want to; you'll be so drunk with pleasure, so rapturously aroused that you'll just want to lay down and discover just how much pleasure you can endure with a body so lusciously overladen. But for now, back to business,” I instructed her as I filled her mouth with my thick teat once again, kneading at the supple bulk of my breast contentedly, “Well, I do believe I'm getting down to the last few gallons here and I'm beginning to think you might actually be able to finish me off after all. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You know, as pear-shaped as you've been getting, I wonder if all that fat is really going to behave itself and keep to your ass and your hips. Maybe your body is going to be so critically overfilled with it that some of it's going to end up going some other places. I've got to admit, Ell, I've been thinking you'd look ever so sexy and self-indulgent with big, pillowy upper arms like some big girls get when they let themselves just really get fat and give up any exercise more challenging than opening the refrigerator door. I think I could really get to enjoy you if you just started getting soft and wobbly all over.”

“Mmmph,” Ell protested as the last few gallons of my milk flowed past her lips. I could feel her belly shudder as it stretched even further, already obscenely overbrimming, tight as a drum, and creaking beneath my own substantial weight.

“Shhh, there we go,” I murmured reassuringly as I massaged my breast, trying to wring every last drop safely into my overfed roommate, “Just one more swallow and- there! Congratulations, you just managed to suck down about a hundred gallons of my richest and creamiest, all in one sitting! How does it feel?”

“Ooh, I feel like an overfilled water balloon,” Ell sighed as I drew my now-languid breast from her lips and perched myself on the edge of the bed, my bosom now warm and soft as it filled my lap and rolled out across my thighs, “Are you sure, was that really a hundred gallons? I feel like I weigh a ton.”

“Mmm, pretty sure,” looking at her distended belly intently, “Back when Sadie had just given me the antidote and I was still gaining, like, ten cup sizes a day, I was putting out about that much, so it's not like I don't know what I'm talking about. And as for weighing a ton, you're not that far off; a hundred gallons is probably about eight hundred pounds, so I hope you don't have anywhere you need to be for the next couple of days while your body is figuring out just how much of that is going to your tits versus your ass.”

“Eight hundred pounds? Oh- I can't even breathe without it sloshing around inside of me,” Elena whispered, cradling her immense belly protectively, so hugely swollen that her full breasts now rode high and proud atop it, her plump nipples jutting slightly upwards, “I'm almost afraid to move, but I'm still so turned on I feel like I won't be relax and get some rest until I get fucked good and hard.”

“Well, you might just have to get used to being distractingly horny all the time,” I said, leaning forward and running a fingernail along the taut skin of her belly, smiling as Ell gasped and shivered at my touch, “All those calories, all that fat, all those recklessly overcharged hormones coursing through your body; who knows what you'll be stuck with once everything settles down. You may have bitten off more than you bargained for.”

What do you mean?” Ell asked, looking more than a little nervous as she glanced down at her swollen tummy.

“Oh, you know, just some of those things that happen when a woman gets pregnant and all the hormones and everything just kind of highjack her body and run amok, “I said casually, “Sort of like how you're hoping that all this will leave you with a pair of tits the size of beach balls instead of just giving you a lusciously massive ass and a belly that spills out past yours knees.”

“So, what else is there?” Elena insisted, more and more distraught by the second, “What's going to happen to me?”

“Well, I can't tell you for sure; I'm only just really beginning to understand how all of this has affected my own body, aside from inflating my boobs into a couple of milk-filled zeppelins,” I explained modestly, “but I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if all of this leaves you a bit more- how best to put it?- leaves your femininity just a bit more lush and juicy than you're used to.”

“Wait, so you mean I'm going to start getting bigger- down there?” Ell asked, staring down at her belly as if she could already see the changes beginning beneath its fertile bulk.

“Mmhmm, it happens a lot more often than you might think,” I said, letting myself down and rubbing the lower hemisphere of her belly teasingly, “So much uncontrollable womanliness coursing through your body, is it any surprise that it might have an effect on your tenderest, most feminine places?”

“So, what exactly is going to happen to me?” Ell said, sounding curious and alarmed in equal measure.

“Oh, it's nothing you need to worry about,” I explained, my fingers wandering lower beneath the overfilled globe of her belly, “Though by this time tomorrow your labia will probably already be starting to swell up.”

“Just how much swelling are we talking about here?” Ell asked, squeezing her thighs together distractedly.

“Mmm, at least for the first couple of days, nothing too extreme; you'll probably just feel like you're constantly aroused and ready for a good fucking, as pleasant as that might be,” I said, my fingers now brushing lightly against her thick, creamy thighs, “It probably won't stop there though; as all of this works its way deeper and deeper into the most sensitive tissues of your body, your lips are just going to plump up fuller and fuller every day, fat and juicy and getting you embarrassingly turned on from even the slightest thing.”

“Come on,” Ell said placidly, “You're just putting me on. My nethers aren't really going to get all puffed up and sensitive, are they?”

“You're really asking me that after a few weeks of gulping down my milk has left practically every other womanly region of your anatomy swollen to such cartoonish proportions you're having trouble fitting through your own bedroom door?” I asked, “Believe me, when you wake up one morning with your lips so exquisitely overfilled that just rubbing those fat thighs of yours together will be enough to make you come until you pass out from sheer sexual exhaustion, and you know what I'm going to do when I hear you wake up and start screaming the second you find out that you're so obscenely turned on by your own body you can't even walk anymore, don't you?'

“Oh, please tell me,” Elena asked, looking like she was practically begging me to whip out a pair of handcuffs and some extra-tight nipple clamps, “What will you do?”

“Why Ell, I'm going to give you a day you'll never forget, and maybe a night too, if you can will yourself to last that long,” I assured her, my hand pressed tight against the weight of her distended belly as I finally slipped two fingers between her indulgently fulsome thighs and into the already-blooming well of her femininity as she gasped helplessly with delight, “I'm going to round up every last toy in this bedroom and put each one through its paces until there's not a battery in this house that's got a charge left, and then once you're exhausted and delirious with bliss, I'm going to take my two bloated, milk-swollen tits, ready to split their seams after a night of neglect and however long it takes me to satisfy you, and I'm going to pin you to the floor until I've made you suck every last drop out of me. I think I'll be in for quite a treat; you're going to be so much fatter all over in a few days once your body has some time to turn this morning's efforts into jigglesome, quivering flesh. Oh, it makes me so horny, so reckless, just to imagine you with a plump, soft belly, and then feeling it get fuller and larger and tighter as I pump you full of my milk, stretchmarks blossoming across your skin like one of those girls who lets herself get pregnant and enormously fat at the same time and by month nine she looks like she's positively fit to burst!”

“Yes, then what?” Ell asked, gazing down at her belly as if she expected to see herself ballooning with fat already, “What will you do to me then?”

“Mmm, you'll be absolutely irresistible,” I murmured, fingers slipping further within her lust-slick depths as Elena rocked and whimpered with bliss, “You've already got such a huge, jiggly ass that I could just spank you until I can barely lift my arms, but just imagining you like that all over- well. I can just see you with rolls of fat spilling out deep onto those thunderous hips, quivering every time you so much as breathe, and thighs so indulgently luscious that they'll start to chafe just from you waddling from your bed to the kitchen. I think your arms are just about due to start fattening up too; any day now you'll wake up and discover that all your tops are just digging right into your skin, tighter and tighter until your arms are so thick that you can barely raise them over your head; your entire body so sensually swollen that you'll barely be able to move, much less fight me off whenever I decide to have my way with you.”

“Ohh, yess,” Elena whispered through clenched teeth, rolling her broad hips gently as I caressed her from within, “Do whatever you want with me; stretch my belly, make me fatter, make me cum, make me beg for more!”

“Good, because more is exactly what you're in for,” I smiled, reaching out with my free hand and giving one of her breasts a savage squeeze that made her flinch and tighten, “I think I'm going to keep forcing my milk down your throat until your tits have swollen up every last inch as big as mine, just so I'll have someone to commiserate with about how hard it is for a girl to get around with such a massive pair that even if you just counted the weight of my boobs, I'd still come up as morbidly obese by the numbers. Of course, you don't have the benefit of having had several gallons of pregnancy and lactation hormones forced into your system like I do, so you might not end up quite as perky and round as I am.”

“No?” Ell asked, doubtfully, though her disappointment melted away as I leaned over the vast girth of her belly and gave her a kiss right on one fat, throbbing nipple, “What's going to happen to my boobs then?”

“Mmm, they'll probably fare about like the rest of you,” I guessed, my hand straying down along the tender flesh of her ample thigh, “Stretching and straining to hold all that weight you're going to be gaining under my gentle care. They're already so soft and warm; I can almost see them billowing with fat already, ballooning into a spectacular pair of udders, spread apart on either side of your belly, getting pinched between your sides and your bloated arms, slapping rhythmically against your body when you try to walk, or when I'm having my way with you. Yeah, it's making me all hot just thinking about waking up to that every morning, nursing you until you're nearly paralyzed by lust and the sheer sensual lusciousness of your own fucking body. I think I could get used to coming in here every morning while you're still asleep, gently working my way between those juicy thighs of yours, and just eating you out until you're absolutely helpless.”

“Oh, Seph,” Ell gasped; I could feel her pulse racing where her body touched mine, “Do it, please; I'll do anything you tell me to!”

“Hmm, I think you've had enough exercise for one morning, not to mention a very filling breakfast,” I admonished her, giving her taut belly a hard slap that made her shudder, before struggling to my feet and turning towards the bedroom door, “You'd better take it easy for a few hours while you're still so terribly full, or else you might actually pop!”

“No, please, I'm too horny!” Ell pleaded, struggling to her knees and trying, without success, to reach past her mammoth belly and give herself a little relief, before falling helplessly onto her back, “You can't leave me like this; I'll lose my mind.”

“Okay, okay,” I said, turning and giving her a softhearted smile, “I'm afraid I can't stick around long enough to wear you out right now though. Now that I'm not lugging around a hundred gallons of milk anymore I've got to get out and run a few errands before the real blizzard hits us. I've got to swing by the library and get some stuff nailed down in case we're closed for the next week, and hopefully figure out a tactful way to let Kylie know that, as wonderful it is that she's embraced the way her body wants to be, every time she reaches for a book above eye-level she's treating the entire library to the entire lower half of her belly and she's fast coming up on adding a generous helping of underboob to the floor show, so she might really want to think about investing in some larger sweaters, or at least a lacier bra so when those melons of hers start peeking out she's at least showing them off properly. Oh, and as soon as I remember where I laid my phone, I'll need to send Mara a text and let her know that I won't have any milk to deliver this afternoon anyway, and maybe for the next few days too if we get snowed in, in which case Ell, I'll be expecting you to step up and do your duty even sooner than we were planning on, so I hope you're feeling thirsty and ready to do some growing.”

“But what about now?” Elena begged, laying on the floor in a state abject arousal, “I'm so turned on I feel like I'm about to explode in more ways than one and- Ahhhhhhh!”

“Mmm,” I murmured, moving in closer and rubbing Elena's vast, tender belly fondly, “That good, is it?”

“Ohh, no, Seph, it's not my belly or, you know, between my thighs this time,” Elena panted, looking suddenly pale and panicked, “It's my tits, something's happening with them! For a moment they felt, I dunno, all tingly and warm and then, they just got all tight inside like someone was blowing them up like- Ohhhhhhh!”

I stared at Ell's breasts as she wailed in climax, gaping as suddenly, impossibly, her already-cumbersome breasts doubled in size in the space of seconds. Quivering, they ballooned out across the upper reaches of her mammoth belly, swelling until they hung heavily against Elena's neck. The sheer amount of fat flooding into them was mind-blowing, their skin succumbing reluctantly to contain such a massive onslaught of lushness, a few pinkish stretchmarks blooming into existence along the sides of her fat breasts as they yielded, her areolae going from a couple inches wide to as broad as her palms in an instant, their delicate skin growing pale and overtaxed as it happened.

“Holy fuck, Seph, what's happening to my tits?” Elena asked in a quavering voice as soon as she could breathe, her entire body trembling with shock, though no portion of her quite so emphatically as her bosom,” I've never seen you grow that fast before; what's happening to me? I don't understand; my poor breasts feel like they've been inflated to bursting, how come they're still so soft and tender?”

“I- I don't know, Ell,” I admitted, tentatively feeling my roommate's abruptly bloated bosom, “Maybe- maybe all these months all the hormones I took were still in my system somehow, laying dormant or something, and forcing my boobs to fill up with all the milk I could make them hold finally stirred it all up again, and then- I'm just guessing- but we've been priming your body with my milk for a few months now, and it's already made you grow so quickly and then today you're just exposed to a massive dose of that's just churning with all the stuff that made me into a walking dairy and it's just- I'm not going to pretend to have all the answers, but I think you might be in for an even more dramatic growth spurt than I was expecting.”

“I- I don't know if I can handle this right now,” Ell said nervously, touching her plumped-up breasts with all the ease of someone preparing to disarm a pair of very potent and poorly-wired bombs, “I mean, my belly is already so fucking gigantic I can barely breathe; I can't deal with my boobs blowing up to a few hundred pounds each too!”

“Well, all that weight has to be coming from somewhere,” I suggested encouragingly, as I gave Ell a pat on her belly, “See, your belly isn't quite so distended already now that your body is pumping everything it can spare into your boobs.”

“That's not much consolation, Seph,” Elena said, her jaw set, “My tits feel way too full already! Even if my belly isn't tight enough to bounce a quarter off of anymore, I'm just so exhausted; I'm not ready for another round of- of- Ahhhh!”

Another wave of growth surged into Ell's breasts before she could finish. In less than half a minute, her straining mammaries were laden with what had to be at least another fifteen pounds of tremulous flesh each. Glistening with fevered sweat, her breasts inflated with fat until they weighed heavily down on her belly, larger than ripe watermelons but infinitely more yielding. If not for bulk of Elena's brimming belly they would have hung from her chest like two fulsome, pendulous teardrops, and even with such ample support beneath them, her nipples were pointing more towards the bedroom floor than out in front of her now, the lower quarter of her overextended areolae now touching her fertile-looking middle. Her bosom spilled out lusciously across its summit, wider than her plump shoulders, her soft flesh quivering uncontrollably and pouring out between her fingers as she clutched at her ripening endowments.

“Oh- Seph, please- you have to do something,” Elena begged, panting for breath like she'd just run a marathon, her lush bosom heaving violently, “Please- you have to know how to do something to slow this down! My tits- they just feel so- so full, like my body is pumping them up with fat faster than my skin can stretch!”

“Well, that's because that's what's actually happening,” I said, trying to sound as sympathetic as I could under the circumstances, “I mean, I don't know if you can see it, but you're starting to get some pretty impressive stretchmarks along the sides of your girls, and, spoiler alert, after a few days of carrying that much boob around you'll probably start developing some of those really pale ones right where they hang from your chest and your body has to support way more weight than any healthy woman ever needs to. I did mention, Ell, that glutting yourself with so much of my milk was going to make you bigger, and not in a perky, I'm huge but I can just flounce around with no bra on, sort of way.”

“But they just feel so hot, I can barely even touch them!” Ell protested, and even from half a foot away, I could feel the heat washing from her chest, “Didn't you learn anything from Sadie that might help slow things down, or at least make me a little more comf- Ahhhhhh!”

Another jolt shot through Elena's helpless form, and a split second later another burst of growth gushed into her trembling breasts. I could actually hear her expanding this time, a deep sort of a rush, like jello under high pressure being forced into a balloon, the faint creak of her skin pulling tighter as her breasts strained to accommodate so much, so fast. Two inches- four- six- every second it lasted left Ell's bust bloated to even more spectacular proportions as her breasts each swelled up with gallon upon gallon of delicate, womanly flesh. Her areolae were stretched so tight that they were barely any darker than her pale skin, with only a faint halo of pink, nearly six inches across encircling her rosy nipples, now pointing markedly downwards as her fat melons hung heavy and soft against her voluptuous body, so large than even against her massive belly they still looked unnaturally maternal.

“Oh, Seph, please, do something!” Elena begged, weakly trying to gather her bloated breasts up with her plump arms, as if that would somehow hinder their unbridled overdevelopment, their sheer bulk spilling out soft and untamable around them, “Ahh, they're just too full; I feel like if I get much bigger I'm going to just up and pop! C'mon, Seph, you've been through this before- how much bigger am I going to get?”

“I wish I could tell you Ell, I really do,” I apologized, kneeling down in front of my immobilized roommate, my own fat melons hanging softly against hers, “But like I said, for all I know you've got ten times as many hormones coursing through you right now as I ever had, I just don't know how much bigger you're going to get before your body reaches some kind of equilibrium.”

“Oh, fuck, Seph, something's different,” Elena said, her voice quiet with panic, “I can feel it coming again, more than ever this time, building inside of me. Its like- it's like knowing I'm about to have a seizure or a heart attack or something- I can't- I can hardly breathe-”

“Ell, try to keep it together,” I urged her, starting for the first time to really worry about her safety as I reached out and grabbed her tightly by the arm, “What are you feeling? Stay with me here; you're going to be okay, I promise.”

“I feel dizzy, like I'm being struck by lightning and I'm about to explode or something,” Elena faltered, her eyes losing focus, “Oh my- I think it's coming- I think I'm com- OHHHHH!”

Elena let out a piercing shriek as her breasts endured a tsunami of expansion far beyond everything she had already suffered. In the blink of an eye her massive mammaries billowed to positively obscene proportions. I heard them stretching like overinflated balloons as they bulged out more than a foot wider on either side of her, instantly overwhelming her huge belly and surging out beyond it in front, not longer resting on top of it so much as burying its top two thirds and leaving its lower reaches in shadow, with just a few taut inches of exposed skin between her thick thighs and her opulent bosom.

I stared, helpless and transfixed as my lover's breasts were each glutted with at least another hundred pounds, Elena so paralyzed by the sensations wracking her body that all she could do was whimper meekly as her bustline threatened to become broader than she was tall. Her areolae were excruciatingly overdrawn now, pulled so tight that even the slightest motion of her behemoth bosom left their tender skin rippling as if they could barely contain the quiversome sea within her, while her nipples, which has looked quite full and plump when she had merely been an L cup, were now tantalizingly small against the luscious sea of pale flesh around them.

Another surge inundated Ell's brimming breasts; the vivid stretchmarks along the undersides of her boobs pulled wider as she became more desperately overfilled; the white striations that had begun to appear where her titanic melons hung from her chest grew longer as the massive weight of her bust strained her skin ever more severely. With one final flood of fattening, her breasts ballooned outwards until their undersides hung even with Elena's waist, leaving her kneeling there on the floor, panting for breath, soaked in a feverish sweat, and looking for all the world as if she was about half a cup size away from acutely catastrophic consequences.

Elena's tits were gigantic. Unlike my own, which somehow held a certain pneumatic buoyancy no matter how full or empty I became, Ell's breasts were far more immensely maternal-looking than mine had ever been. They lay against her belly, ponderously engorged with liquid softness and each nearly three feet across, bulging out so far beyond her proud belly that the floor two feet in front of her was bathed in their shadow. I reached out and touched one; it yielded so very willingly against my fingertips, Ell's breasts still throbbing with excess, blue veins, barely perceptible to my touch, meandering across its surface like rivers across a lush plain just beneath her overstretched skin. There was something impossibly seductive about how vulnerable and delicately overburdened Elena's breasts were, yet something so very warm and welcoming, like I could hardly wait to find myself pressed up against her in bed, those huge, soft breasts of hers spilling heavy and cozy into every space between our bodies. I reached out with both hands, as eagerly as I dared, and fondled Elena's stunningly distended mammaries, savoring how willingly they filled my hands and spilled out between my outstretched fingers.

“Mmmm, Seph, is it over?” Elena asked groggily, blinking as she pressed a palm to her forehead as she tried to will her senses back in order, “I'm okay, right? My boobs didn't explode or anything?

“I think the fast part is over at least,” I ventured cautiously, leaning forward to plant a steadying hand on her shoulder, little minding that doing so pressed my own ample bosom invitingly against hers, “As for exploding, I'm not going to guess how close we came to that but, well, I think you're safe for now, though I wouldn't make any sudden moves until you feel like you've gotten used to being so, um, well-endowed, and I think I'm going to have to cut you off on any more nursing sessions with me until I'm satisfied that you're not going to bruise just from carrying them around the house, to say nothing of trying to keep those stretchmarks of yours from getting worse than they already are.”

“What do you mea-” Elena said dreamily, looking down and finally realizing the magnitude of the febrile growth her body had been forced to endure in the last few minutes, “Oh, fuck, Seph! I'm enormous!”

“Calm down; I was pretty sure this was going to happen to you sooner or later,” I said with a smile, patting Ell's bloated boobs affectionately, “I mean, yeah, I had no idea you were going to blow up until you were nearly as big as me over the course of a couple hours, or that your poor girls were going to come out of it pushed quite so near to their ultimate limits, but hey, this is what you wanted all along, right; a big jiggly ass, a nice, self-indulgent belly, and a pair of tits so huge that you might even steal a few looks from me under the right circumstances. Sure, you should probably get some rest before you do anything too demanding like, I dunno, walking or leaving the house, but by this time tomorrow we're gonna have three feet of snow on the ground, so you can take your time getting used to your new figure while I teach you how to handle yourself.”

“Mmm, 'how to handle myself,'” Ell echoed with a wicked grin, “Yes, I can hardly wait to learn all the massive boob-handling skills you've picked up since you split the seams of your first bra; I just hope there's lots of hands-on instruction involved.”

“Do you even have to ask?” I asked with feigned offense, leaning in closer, our titanic breasts squeezed tight between our bodies as I planted a teasing kiss on her lips, “Though as soft as you are, I think we're going to have to get you fitted for something well-engineered and triple reinforced before you'll so much as dare to show yourself in public again if you don't want to get picked up for public indecency.”

“They are awfully squishy, aren't they?” Elena said, leaning back a little so she could run her hands appraisingly along her lush contours of her bosom, “It's going to take some getting used to to think of all this as part of me now; they're just so warm and stimulating against my body. Oh, I can hardly wait until I've had a day or two to sleep off some of the milk you've gorged me with, I can only imagine how it'll feel settling in for a nice hot bath, my breasts just filling my lap, full and heavy against my belly, yielding and tender against all my most sensitive places- Oh!”

“What is it? You're not growing again, are you?” I asked with a start as Elena shuddered, more than a little worried about just how much more of this her breasts could take if she truly was in for another round of being played with by her own hormones.

“I- I don't think so,” Ell answered uncertainly after a pause, “I mean, my boobs feel all warm and- I dunno- needy all of a sudden but it's not like before. I feel like- I can't really explain it- it's like even though I'm exhausted my tits are all hot and ready for more- more of something.”

“Ah, I bet I know what that is,” I said with an experience smile, “Here, lean back a little for a second and I'll show you.”

Squirming awkwardly as she struggled with the new weight of her body, Ell did as I asked, and I leaned in low and close, deftly taking one of her small, taut nipples in my mouth. I felt it swelling instantly between my lips, it's hard, pebbled skin throbbing against my tongue. I sucked, and smiled to myself as Elena gasped and shivered at my touch. A few seconds later I forced myself to let go, drew myself up until I was looking her in the eyes, and slowly smiled, a fresh mouthful of milk dripping from my lips.

“Oh fuck-” Ell stammered, “You mean I'm- that's my- I'm filling up-”

“Yes, and if I know anything at all about this sort of thing, it's more than a little,” I said with immense satisfaction as I massaged one of Elena's breasts proudly, “Here, let's get you up in bed so I can hook you up to the breast pump before we have to find out the hard way just how much fuller your boobs can get before they pop.”

“Mmm, but I've been waiting for this for so long,” Ell insisted, trying, with only partial success, to cradle her swelling breasts in her plump arms, “Why should the pump get to have all the fun? Are you sure you wouldn't like to help me out a little?”

“As much as I'd love to discover just how much you're putting out now that your boobs have finally started producing; I think I'm already going to be going around the house braless for the next week after what I've put my girls through today for you already, and I don't think they need any encouragement from you to make them even fatter,” I said pointedly, “And like I said, I've got a few places to go before I'm ready to settle in for the blizzard, but if you're hell-bent of on not letting a drop go untasted, here, let's see if we can get you into bed at least.”

Five minutes of extremely heavy lifting later, Elena was laying in bed, a large blanket draped ineffectually over her tremendous tummy. She moaned contentedly as she sucked on one of her steadily-filling breasts, the other lolling out across her body and the bed temptingly, its nipple already swollen to the size and nearly the color of an overripe grape and leaking milk in sympathy with its twin. Ell was so lost in the delights of her own overfilled figure that she didn't even notice when I stepped back in a few minutes later, dressed, ready to face the descending cold, and hoping that I was bundled up enough that nobody at work was going to notice that I had gone up probably a dozen cup sizes overnight, though Kylie knew that today was Elena's birthday and would probably be able to put two and two together easily enough no matter how much I swaddled my thoroughly-milked but still very swollen breasts.

“Hey Ell!” I shouted, getting her to at least open an eye and look at me, though she did not deign to pause in enjoying her newly-earned assets for a moment, “Just in case you didn't notice, the breast pump is all plugged in, ready and right on the nightstand, so if you start feeling too much like an overfilled water balloon, you can just hook yourself up and get some relief that way. Also, if you check the top drawer, I'm pretty sure your favorite vibrator is in there, so if by some miracle you can actually reach past everything you've got going on out front, you should be able to have some fun while I'm gone.”

“M-mmph,” Elena mumbled appreciatively from around her milky mouthful.

“You're welcome,” I chirped brightly, turning to leave before remembering one last thing, “By the way, I called Sadie to see if she wanted me to drop that orange sweater she loaned me by her house and we kind of got to talking and, well, she's coming over for supper tonight in about, let me see, four hours, so if you could make yourself some semblance of decent before she shows up, that would be wonderful. On the other hand, I'm sure she's seen more than a few girls in your predicament before and she might have a few ideas for how to make you more comfortable, though if the roads get really bad later on, well, I may have to insist she spend the night whether she wants to or not.”

Accessibility

2018-03-01T08:38:08Z

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'''Noisebridge''' strives to be an accessible and '''all-inclusive space''' for everyone, including for people with disabilities. This page was created to provide info on accessibility.

Note that NB is a '''constantly changing space''' and these notes will not always be up-to-date. For the most recent accessibility info, contact the [https://www.noisebridge.net/mailman/listinfo/noisebridge-discuss NB-Discuss list], [https://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Slack Noisebridge on Slack], or come to our weekly [https://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Meetings Tuesday Meetings].

Wheelchair use is above-average for San Francisco thanks to an elevator and lots of floor space. The bathrooms can also fit very large wheelchairs and have outward-opening doors. However, NB does not have /any/ automatic doors, and support bars are scarce, so there are still some challenges. Read below for notes on challenges and help.

==Known Accessibility Issues==
'''1)''' No automatic doors

'''2)''' Some very heavy doors to move and operate (people can help)

'''3)''' Support bars are only available within one bathroom. They are otherwise not present in the space.

'''4)''' No tactile visual accessibility aids (i.e. braille)

'''5)''' No audio accessibility aids

'''6)''' No automatic toilet or emergency call button in bathrooms

There are also many things that require upper mobility. And many things that will require speech to inform people of assistance.

Please let us know via NB-Discuss or Slack if you need assistance or if there are things missing from this list. People will usually try to help and we can always do things to make the space better and more accessible. We want to include everyone.

If you have a support person or care provider it is always a good idea to bring them with you if coming into the space for the first time.

==Harassment==

I'd by lying if I said no one ever harassed me or said [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ableism ableist] things at Noisebridge. NB is influenced by society as a whole, just like any other space. People show up with their prejudices and sometimes vocalize them. However, to do so clearly violates our rule of "Be Excellent" to one another. If someone is being ableist I usually start by politely informing them of the behavior. If they continue, I will correct them again, raising my voice loudly so that people in the space know what is going on and can intervene. This has always stopped the behavior. Should someone continue a third time, they should be asked to leave the space (anyone can do this) and the issue can be address on NB-Discuss, Slack, or at Tuesday meetings.

Note: people with disabilities usually prefer you ''not to ask'' lots of questions about medical history, diagnosis, prognosis, etc. Why do you need to know "what happened" or "what's wrong" or "whether it's degenerative" so bad before any other conversation? You really don't and there are more interesting things to talk about. Your burning curiosity may be assuaged by getting to know someone for a while, or consulting an internet search engine.

==Doors==

Note: The front gate is very heavy and will require help or upper-mobility to push in, as will the elevator doors.

Noisebridge's main entrance gate has a buzzer doorbell button. It is usually the middle button under the intercom box. There is also key card access via RFID if you are a member or supporter. The buzzer notifies someone upstairs who will see you via a video camera and "buzz you in" during regular hours (usually 9am-11pm).

The front door buzzer is sometimes blocked by the supermarket's fruit stands (note, I have not seen this in the last couple years -Zach 09/17/17), but they have been asked to stop doing this, and can be told to immediately remove the obstruction if you feel inclined to do so (on behalf of the tenants of 2169 Mission. There are many computerized workarounds to activate the electric door latch. See [[Getting Here]] and [http://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Moving/2169_Mission/Access_Control#How_Do_I_Get_Into_2169_Mission.3F Access Control] for more info.

Once the door latch is "buzzed" either by the button inside Noisebridge or by someone clicking the web-link to do so, the door must be pushed inward by hand or by power-chair, and it will automatically close and latch when released (note, it slams somewhat loudly). This door is quite heavy and many people may understandably need assistance pushing it in. A post to NB-Discuss or Slack is a good idea if you need assistance with the door, or you can ask for assistance from the many people coming and going from the space at all hours. Hopefully we will eventually get a full intercom system going to help with this.

If you want assistance when leaving, ask anyone at the space to accompany you to the door and help you out. I have always found people willing to do this. If you there is ever an issue though, please post to NB-discuss or Slack (or come to our [https://www.noisebridge.net/wiki/Meetings Tuesday night meetings]) so we can correct it.

==Elevator==

The [[elevator]] is very janky and doesn't always work. Please see the [https://noisebridge.net/wiki/Elevator elevator wiki] for lots of useful info on how to operate it safely.

Often, someone usually needs to go up to NB by the stairs, close all the elevator doors firmly, and bring the elevator down. There's a [[Elevator_Buzzer|buzzer]] next to the call button so you can let the people upstairs know this needs to happen. ''' When people upstairs hear that buzzer, someone will hopefully close the gates upstairs and bring the elevator down to the 1st floor.''' If this does not happen within 1-2 minutes, please press the button again (feel free to annoy people, that is what it is there for!) until the elevator starts coming down. Very often someone will come down and ask you what you need help with (many people are unfamiliar with this buzzer) so you can politely tell them you need someone to ride the elevator down to assist you.

The elevator doors are heavy and hard to manage, and are not automatically operated. Both the outer door and the inner gate must be moved when getting in and out.

The elevator doesn't always line up perfectly with the floor if the call button is held too long, so a person using a wheelchair or powerchair could have difficulty getting in or out of the elevator. If that were to happen, the elevator would have to be taken to a different floor and brought back again to the desired floor. See the elevator wiki Troubleshooting Tips for info on how to fix this.

==Paths in the space==

There is an ongoing effort to keep paths wide enough for wheelchair users. The classrooms have wide entrances and there are usually clear paths to tables.

Clutter and chairs can be a problem. Currently (09/17/17) only the book scanning room and the small parts bins (organized on Pony) are not wheelchair accessible.

Keep in mind that Noisebridge often has very limited access during large events, mostly due to all the chairs and people in the space. However, all wheelchair users have a right to be in the space. For large events, it is best to plan ahead and '''be very vocal to ask for assistance''' beforehand or at the event. Not everyone at NB is aware of our needs but they are usually responsive once an issue is brought up.

==Work surfaces==

There are many low tables and desks in the space. Some areas, like the kitchen counters have high surfaces and are less accessible. Please, voice any concerns you have on NB-Discuss or Slack if this is limiting your use of the space. People are responsive and will usually correct the issue.

==Bathrooms==

Many people at Noisebridge worked on the accessible bathroom. It is big enough to get many power mobility chairs inside and turn around (including my huge [http://www.scooterdirect.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/2/s245-lg_fb59_2/Merits-Pioneer-2-31.jpg Merits Pioneer 2]). It is big enough for most, if not all, manual wheelchairs. There is a second bathroom with a door that isn't very wide, so it is not accessible. Only the larger bathroom has support bars. Please let your voice be heard if you would like further modifications made to either bathroom or elsewhere in the space (ask via Slack or NB-Discuss).

It is important to keep the larger bathroom free of clutter, make sure trash bins or supplies would not block a person in a wheelchair from turning around or being able to open and shut the door.

==People==

If you need access stuff fixed at Noisebridge or would like help, definitely talk with people there or speak up on the Noisebridge-discuss mailing list. Tables can be lowered, paths cleared, machinery adapted, stuff hacked!

If you want to be helpful in general, keeping floors clear and furniture widely spaced so that there are wide paths in the space is very useful for people using wheelchairs, canes, or crutches.

People are generally helpful and will not "challenge" your accessibility needs. If you feel someone is being unexcellent, please let people know via NB-Discuss of Slack.

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'''Please also include contact details so that organisers can notify you in case the event needs to be canceled or postponed. A user page with details suffices.'''

1. [[SPIKE BLOK+]] When outlets attack! - [[User:Ⅹ|Ⅹ]]

3. Any Color Button - morgan

2. Lab Bio - rikke

4. Leela Maps - Leela

5. RESTful Robots - mschmick

6. Ruth Grace Wong -- basics of knitwear manufacturing (ruthgrace on slack and my full name at gmail.com for email)

7. Zach R. -- [[Macbook / Apple Logic Board Repairs with a Fuckin' Microscope]]. (revoltrightnow [a t ] g ma yl

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