She's Good to Grow (Short Story)

Calling Jess Jacobs. Please make your way to Testing Suite Seven for your next experimental enlargement procedure. Jess Jacobs, Testing Suite Seven, thank you.”

As her name was announced over the Tannoy system, Jess Jacobs gazed apprehensively towards the Testing Department. Her apprehension was for two main reasons, the first of which was probably quite obvious if you could see her standing there, lumbering with her now enormous breasts that were stuffed into an impressively sturdy, oversized bra. When Jess had first volunteered at the BrasByDesign Facility, she had been nothing more than a modest 30 C-cup. Now, she found herself easily filling the monstrous 30 Yx3-cup to capacity, if not more, and with the tasks of walking, or even just standing becoming a serious challenge, she found herself questioning more than ever just how much larger they were expecting her to grow - and also what that meant for her future, too!

Volunteering at the Facility hadn’t been an accident of course. In fact, Jess had always wanted larger breasts; a Double-D cup, or maybe an E if she felt comfortable. One of her friends had seen an advertisement for volunteers, and recommended it to Jess, as they promised enlargements for free. That had been eight months ago. In that short while, Jess had made plenty of friends, both with staff and other volunteers, and sort of found it hard to leave in the end. In fact, if she grew much larger at all, then leaving, or at least returning to life outside The Facility would be mighty difficult. It could be argued that Jess always had a little apprehension when she was due for treatment.

Rather, the other cause of her anxiety was down to the restless nights sleep she had just had. It was rare that Jess dreamed so vividly, but that night she had found it hard to get to sleep again. She’d woken up with a start, cold sweat on her brow, her heart thumping in her ears. As the over-bosomed girl steadily waddled her way to Testing Suite Seven, she began to replay the dream in her mind again. At the time it had seemed so real, and even now it made her skin prickle.

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In the dream, Jess found herself being escorted into a huge Testing Unit. Much, much larger than the ones she was familiar with, at least for now. It was more akin to a semi-sterile aircraft hanger, if anything. As she was hurried through the swinging double doors, she realised that she was braless, and almost completely naked, aside from a pair of small pale blue briefs, and a slightly-transparent, light blue gown that struggled to cover her huge bustline, gaping open at the cleavage and probably leaving very little to the imagination. The air had felt cold and sterile, and she could feel the sensation of her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying and sloshing, rebounding off of her knees with each marching step.

There was a large, low, lightly padded slab in the centre of the room, and a hive of activity around it. Everybody was wearing light blue, hooded cover-alls, with respirators and goggles. They all looked alike, even her two fast-paced escorts. As they communicated to each other, it was impossible to tell what they were saying due to the muffling effect of the breathing apparatus they wore.

It wasn’t long before Jess found herself lying on the slab, now with the gown removed. The bustle of activity increased, and she could make out a dozen, maybe more, of the blue-suited figures going back and forth, talking to each other in their unintelligible muffled manner. With her peripheral vision, she could just make out large pieces of machinery in the perimeter of the enormous room. Then she felt the familiar cool, tingling sensation as the pad of a Breast Enhancement Machine was attached to her large right breast. Then she felt the same sensation on the left. But then, she felt another on the right, and another on the left. Then again, and again. In total, they’d added five, maybe six pairs of stimulation pads to each breast, when they only usually used two. Then, monitoring sensors were attached to her upper chest, and to her temples. Jess wanted to move, but she couldn’t. She hated dreams like that…

Jess glanced around, helplessly, as the swarms of anonymous cover-all clad figures made their way out of her vision. The final figure looked to his left, before giving a thumbs up and also walking calmly away. What the heck was going on? As the sound of footsteps faded away, it was replaced by the steady, muted rumble of generators, the distant chuff and hiss of air lines, and the rasping hum of electricity.

Then she felt it. So intense was the sensation that Jess clasped her hand over her mouth and wriggled, sending waves and ripples through the soft, quivering flesh of her breasts. Her nipples throbbed and pulsed, her areolas tingled, her bosoms surged with waves of aching ecstasy. Jess clamped her legs together tightly and bit her lip, struggling to control the inflow of such intense energy. After a few moments, the initial peak died down, and returned to a more familiar, pleasurable pulsing. With it came a familiar feeling. Finally, unscrewing her face and tentatively opening just one eye, she looked down. Her suspicions were right, her breasts were starting to swell.

Growth was slow and steady at first, almost hard to tell in fact. But as she opened both eyes and stared with intense disbelief, she was sure they were starting to develop faster. Maybe one cup size every fifteen seconds? No, wait, maybe every ten seconds? Or five? Oh heck. Jess was used to having her breasts enlarged, but at best, even the most experimental sessions had yielded maybe three or four cup-sizes in an entire six hour session. This, however, was already ridiculous, and the growth was still accelerating! What on earth was going to happen to her?!

Soon, Jess’ already huge breasts, that had mostly been slumped either side of her slender torso, began to spread, and rise, and encroach on her chest, beginning the formation of a deep, oppressive cleavage. Her dainty, firm nipples rose helplessly on their huge, fleshy balloons, surrounded by their pale, desperately stretching areolas. In just a few minutes her bosoms had more than doubled in size and weight, firmly pinning her torso to the slab. As she felt the tickle of soft, supple skin against her chin, she brought her hands up and tried to hold it back. Jess began to panic. This was too much. She wanted to walk. She wanted to stand. She wanted to do anything, something, but at this rate, any dwindling drip of independence would be gone in mere minutes!

It wasn’t long before Jess had not only tripled, but quadrupled in size, her ballooning breasts swamping almost all of her petite five feet three figure. Only her feet poked out from the huge crush of boob, and her head, guarded by her aching arms, as she tried desperately to hold back the surging spread of soft flesh. Still they continued growing at an alarming pace. The ten stimulation pads that had been attached in comparatively close proximity, were now spread much further apart as her bust swelled larger still. The familiar red and blue cables now dangled down the side of her monstrous mammaries.

Larger and larger they continued to grow, eventually swallowing her feet beneath their bulk, and threatening to do the same to her head, as a chasm of cleavage cast her in shadow. Jess’ slim, dainty fingers sunk deep into the soft heaving swell as her tits continued to expand at pace.

“Why won’t they stop?!” Jess gasped to herself, struggling for air, “My poor boobs… how much bigger… do they have… to… fucking… be?…”

Breasts still heaving and swelling, Jess angled her head back as best she could. Tides of fattened flesh pushed against her chin and cheeks, her vision filled with a towering wall of stretched, supple skin. With her hand she pawed desperately at the immediately encroaching boob. She tried to close her eyes and keep calm. Somewhere in the distance, she could still feel her poor little nipples tingling away, lost somewhere atop her gigantic, distending juggs.

Almost buried alive by her own bosom, Jess held on as best she could, fighting for every breath. Her overdeveloped breasts surged and jostled, competing for space on her fragile frame, still spreading and swelling as they began to take up a significant portion of the enormous testing unit. Then, the surging and jostling of her vast tits began to increase alarmingly, and Jess could sense that something was wrong. Sure enough a muffled alarm began to sound in the distance.

“I told… you!” Jess rasped silently, “I fucking… told you! They’re… getting… too… big…!”

‘Too big’ was an understatement by far. Jess’ breasts had been pushed to the absolute limits, and then some. They had been so over-stimulated, that even with the alarm sounding and the Enhancement Machines switched off, they were still continuing to bulge and balloon at an alarming rate. The soft, supple flesh started to feel firmer and fuller. Jess began to feel the pressure in each enormous boob building as still they surged. Buried beneath literal tons of tit, Jess could do nothing as her bosoms began to over-inflate. Tighter and rounder they grew, as her skin stretched and her areolas distended into pale insignificance. They creaked, they groaned. Heaving. Straining. Taut.

“Help!” Jess screamed. As with many bad dreams, however, no sound could be heard…

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Jess finally ambled her way to Testing Suite Seven, clumsily wedging her massive bust-laden bra through the double doors. There were no strange, blue-suited figures. Suite Seven was much more cosy. Tina, the petite Nurse that usually carried out her treatments, was waiting patiently for her with a friendly smile. ‘I suppose’, Jess thought to herself, ‘that was probably a worse case scenario…’

From that day on though, she couldn’t help wondering just how huge her breasts could potentially become. Perhaps she would continue to volunteer for just a little longer…