STORY: Blue Sky Limit - Full Breast Expansion Story

Blue Sky Limit - Full Story: Length 12 pages - 24 minutes read. - Synopsis: Clara, a hypersized and clingy woman, and her coworker Ken find

Blue Sky Limit - Full Story: Length 12 pages - 24 minutes read. - Synopsis: Clara, a hypersized and clingy woman, and her coworker Ken find themselves on a business trip, where their colleagues eagerly hope for romance. However, Ken is initially reluctant due to Clara's size. Unbeknownst to him, Clara hides the extreme proportions he secretly admires. The truth unfolds at the beach, where Clara reveals her true size

Blue Sky Limit

Prologue:

As we boarded the plane, Clara's eyes sparkled with excitement. She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper, "You will finally see me in a bikini." Her smile was radiant, and I couldn't help but notice the way her cyan blazer and skirt combo hugged her curves. Her P-cup breasts, the largest allowed in the office, seemed to be straining against the fabric, threatening to spill out at any moment. At 8 feet tall, Clara towered over me, her long legs and arms making her look like a giantess.

We settled into our seats, and Clara continued to chat excitedly about our upcoming business trip. I tried to focus on the in-flight magazine, but my gaze kept drifting back to her. Her breasts seemed to be growing, the fabric of her blouse creaking and groaning under the strain. FWOMP FWOMP , the sound of her breasts shifting in her bra was almost musical.

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Chapter 1

Bigger Inside

As we arrived at the hotel, Clara and I were assigned a double bed room. She raised an eyebrow, "Oh no, guess we have to... share the room." Her smile was coy, and I could sense a hint of flirtation in her voice. I ignored her, busying myself with unpacking. Clara's height made her look even more imposing in the small room, her long frame seeming to fill the space.

The conference was a blur of meetings and presentations. I snuck away to the bathroom during a break, hiding behind a stall to watch hyper breast videos on my phone. It was a secret fetish of mine, one that only a few close friends knew about. Hyper-breasted women were a rare breed, and I couldn't get enough of them.

That night, Clara and I settled into our beds, each of us engrossed in our own activities. I was reading on my Kindle, while Clara was scrolling through TikTok, her eyes fixed on the screen as she lay on her side. Her breasts, hidden under the sheets, formed a massive mountain that jutted from her body, a mountain that jiggled and wobbled with each movement. The sheets strained to contain them, and I could sense the weight of her breasts pulling the fabric taut.

As I glanced over, I caught a glimpse of her nipples, visible even from 1.5 meters away, a testament to the sheer size of her breasts. Clara was oblivious to the sight, too engrossed in her phone to notice my gaze.

Suddenly, a faint CREEEEeeeakkkk sound filled the air, and the sheets seemed to shift and adjust to accommodate Clara's growing breasts. They expanded another 0.5 meters, the sound of her skin stretching and adjusting to the new size almost imperceptible.

Clara didn't even flinch, too tired to notice the change. She continued to scroll through her phone, her breasts now a massive, imposing presence under the sheets.

I looked away, trying to focus on my book, but my mind kept drifting back to Clara's breasts. They were enormous, and I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to hide them so well during the day.

As I glanced over again, I noticed something that made my eyes widen in surprise. The hotel tickets, still on the bedside table, caught my eye. And then it hit me - Clara had bought the tickets. She had planned this whole trip, and I had walked right into her trap.

A slow smile spread across my face as I realized the truth. Clara had been playing me all along, and I had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.

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Chapter 2

Exposed

As Clara approached me, her breasts straining against her blouse, I could sense a mix of emotions emanating from her. She was angry, her face flushed, but there was also a hint of seduction in her eyes. She popped two buttons on purpose, the sound of her blouse giving way to her breasts was unmistakable: CREAK CREAK. The fabric strained to contain her massive breasts, which were now partially exposed.

"K-Ken, why didn't you tell me you didn't know I was hypersized?" Clara asked, her voice husky and laced with a hint of annoyance. "I just heard from Mike you didn't know." Her face was inches from mine, her breasts heaving with each breath. The sound of her milk-filled breasts was like a siren's call: Fsss Fsss. I could feel the vibrations of her breasts against my skin, and it was almost intoxicating.

I tried to remain calm, but Clara's proximity was making it difficult. "Why does it matter, Clara? How did you know about our private conversation?" I asked, trying to deflect her question.

Clara's face was a mask of determination, her eyes locked onto mine. "People in the office ship us, they want to see us be a couple," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Whatever, you'll see me in a bikini soon. Mike also told me something... you like hyper-breasted women, you are one of those saints and amazing people of good taste." She was trying to seduce me, and she was using every trick in the book.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing attraction I felt towards Clara. "You aren't just saying it because your tits are massive, right?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Clara's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "The bigger the better, and right now, this is small," she said, her voice husky. She gestured to her breasts, which were still straining against her blouse. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK.

I felt a surge of desire, my body responding to Clara's seduction. She had me right where she wanted me, and I knew I was in trouble. "You got me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Clara's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I knew you were a man of discerning taste," she said, her voice husky. "I'll make sure to show you my true size soon." The sound of her milk-filled breasts was like music: Gloopp Gloop. I was hooked, and I knew I would do anything to see Clara's true size.

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Chapter 3

Walk Of Shame

As I walked into the hotel room, I was caught off guard by Clara's sudden appearance. She was standing in front of the closet, the door open, and she was in the process of changing into a bikini. Her massive P-cup breasts were on full display, and she struck a pose, her eyes locked onto mine.

"KEN, i mean.... Ken~~~" she said, her voice husky, as she blew me a kissy face. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each movement, and I could feel my heart racing with excitement.

But I tried to remain calm, not wanting to give in to her seduction just yet. "I'm not dating you yet," I said, my voice firm. "Show me the largest."

Clara's face fell, and she looked crestfallen. But I could see the determination in her eyes, and I knew she was not going to give up easily. I closed the door behind me, leaving her to her changing, and made my way to the pool.

As I walked away, I could hear Clara's voice, laced with anger and frustration. "What are you, gay?" she shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway.

I turned back to her, a smile spreading across my face. "I already said I like you, come on," I said, my voice teasing. "I just want to see the largest, that's all."

Clara's face contorted in painful anger, her eyes flashing with annoyance. She was wincing, her face scrunched up in frustration, and I could tell she was trying to hold back her temper.

"You're going to regret this," she said, her voice low and menacing. "I'll show you my largest. And you'll be begging for mercy."

I chuckled, knowing that I had gotten under her skin. "I'm shaking with fear," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Clara's face turned red with anger, and she slammed the door shut behind me. I could hear her muttering to herself, her voice rising and falling in a crescendo of anger.

I smiled to myself, knowing that I had won this round. But I also knew that Clara was not one to give up easily, and I was in for a wild ride.

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Chapter 4

P to Z

Clara and I strode into the hotel pool area, her P-cup breasts straining against the fabric of her bikini. The compression device, hidden beneath her swimsuit, was the only thing keeping her true form at bay. As she approached the table where I sat, she smiled sweetly and asked, "Mind if I sit next to you while these refill? It'll be a minute."

As soon as she sat down, the compression device's effects began to wane, and her breasts started to expand. At first, it was almost imperceptible, but soon her P-cups were growing at an alarming rate. The sound of her breasts shifting in the bikini was like music: FWOMP FWOMP.

"Ahh... ahhhh... oh, this feels so good," Clara moaned, stretching her arms above her head as her breasts continued to grow. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a contented sigh. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK.

As her breasts expanded, they began to make a strange, bubbling sound: Fizzzz Gurgle. It was as if her milk-filled breasts were overflowing, and the pressure was building. Clara's eyes snapped open, and she gazed at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I'm so glad I could share this with you," she said, her voice husky. "It's always more fun with an audience." Her breasts continued to grow, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each passing moment.

As she reached Z+4 cups, Clara's breasts were now 1.2m in diameter, and they were starting to take up more and more space. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against me, and I could feel the heat emanating from them. It was like sitting next to a radiator.

"Ahh... ahhhh... this is amazing," Clara moaned, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK. Her breasts were now so large that they were starting to spill over the edges of her bikini.

As she grew to Z+5 cups, each breast was now 1.4m in diameter, and Clara let out a little "Ahhh" of excitement. Her breasts continued to grow, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each step.

"You know, I've always wanted to try one of those giant water slides," Clara said, her voice chatting away as if she was discussing the weather. "I bet it would be so much fun to slide down with these babies." Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each movement, and I couldn't help but stare.

At Z+6 cups, each breast was now 1.4m in diameter, and Clara's eyes locked onto mine. "You're getting closer, Ken," she said, her voice husky. "I can see the desire in your eyes." Her breasts continued to grow, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each step.

As she reached Z+7 cups, Clara's breasts were now 1.7m in diameter, and they were starting to take over the entire space. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against me, and I could feel the heat emanating from them. It was like sitting next to a furnace.

"Ahh... ahhhh... this is incredible," Clara moaned, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK. Her breasts were now so large that they were starting to spill over the edges of the table.

As she grew to Z+8 cups, each breast was now 1.8m in diameter, and Clara let out a little "Ahhh" of excitement. Her breasts continued to grow, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each step.

"You know, I think I'm going to have to get a new swimsuit," Clara said, her voice chatting away as if she was discussing the weather. "This one is getting a bit too tight." Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each movement, and I couldn't help but stare.

As she reached her final size, Zx9 cups, each breast was now a massive 2 meters in diameter, and Clara let out a contented sigh. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK. Her breasts were now so large that they were covering my entire torso and face.

"Ahh... ahhhh... this is perfect," Clara moaned, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. The sound of her skin stretching and creaking was almost deafening: CREEEEAAAAKKKKK. I was completely engulfed in her breasts, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

As I sat there, surrounded by Clara's massive breasts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. They were so soft and warm, and they seemed to be pulsing with a life of their own. The sound of her milk-filled breasts was like music: Gloopp Gloop. It was a sound that I would never forget.

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Chapter 5

Larger Than Life

Clara let out a little "Ahhh" of excitement as she reached Zx9, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against me. "You can't resist me now, Ken,"

Clara's face lit up with a mixture of excitement and annoyance. "Finally, you're looking at me," she said, her voice husky. "But only now, when I'm at my true size. each one is 2 meters in DIAMETER!" She struck a pose, her breasts towering above me. the SWOSHING SOUND WAS LOUD.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I stared at Clara's breasts, my mind racing with the implications. She was right, I had only started to notice her when she reached her true size. "I have to admit, I wasn't attracted to you at first," I said, trying to be honest. "Tall and too forward, I like cute and small and very big boobs... i honestly didn't know you had Zx9 breasts"

Clara's face fell, and she pouted. "I know I'm tall," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. "But I'm a hyperbreasted woman, Ken. We're all tall. It's just how we're genetically... My body had to be able to support our breasts, and that means we need a stronger skeletal system and more muscle mass." She sighed. "I guess I just can't avoid it, huh?"

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, Clara. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Clara's face softened, a smile spreading across her face. "I knew it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew you were a man of discerning taste." She took a step closer, her breasts swaying with each movement. "You only like the best, don't you, Ken?"

I felt a surge of desire, my body responding to Clara's proximity. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. Clara's breasts were the most magnificent thing I had ever seen, and I was hooked.

Clara's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad I could finally get your attention," she said, her voice husky. "I've been waiting a long time for this." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against me, and I knew I was a goner. Gloopp Gloop , the sound of her milk-filled breasts shifting was unmistakable.

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 s h r i n k i n g  

Chapter 6

A big Ship

As we walked back to the hotel room, Clara recompressed her breasts, saying, "There is a height shrinking operation; I could be shorter to match your interests." I told her not to do that, explaining that she needed her height to move around with her massive breasts. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

"I'm glad you understand," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I was worried you would want me to change who I am."

As we walked, Clara's breasts slowly compressed to P cups, allowing her to fit through the doorway of the hotel. The compression process took about 20 minutes, during which time her breasts slowly shrunk from their massive 2-meter diameter to a more manageable size.

Clara looked at me with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "You are really into hyper breasts, you know all about them," she said, her voice trembling. "I knew you had to be a man of tastes, but this is so unique. Why, oh why did I learn this recently? I could have had you sooner."

She calmed down, her P cups straining against her bikini. "I will take the compression device off in the room and we will fuck like rabbits," she said, her voice husky.

I smiled, feeling a surge of desire. "Not just that," I said, my voice low.

Clara looked at me curiously. "What?"

I smiled again. "I took a week extension of the trip for me and you."

Clara's eyes widened in surprise, and she blushed. "You don't mean?"

I nodded. "We have a week to have fun."

Clara's compression device was now set to X cups, and she was still shrinking. "Oh my god," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we entered the hotel room, Clara regrew her breasts slowly, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each step. She deactivated the compression device and placed it on the table.

"My love, enjoy me, enjoy me for me," she said, her voice husky.

I didn't hesitate, and we began to make love. Clara's breasts were still compressed to P cups, but they were still impressive, and I could feel the weight of them pressing against me as we kissed. I reached down and cupped her breasts, feeling the soft flesh and the gentle give of her nipples. Clara moaned, her body arching against mine as I squeezed her breasts, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each movement.

As we moved to the bed, Clara's breasts began to grow, slowly at first, but then more rapidly as she became more aroused. By the time we were fully engaged, her breasts were massive, each one a meter in diameter, and I could feel the strain of them against my body. I thrust into her, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts envelop me, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each movement.

Clara cried out, her body arching against mine as I thrust into her, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. I could feel the weight of them pressing against me, the soft flesh and the gentle give of her nipples. I reached down and cupped her breasts, feeling the massive size of them, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each movement.

As we continued to make love, Clara's breasts grew even larger, each one 2 meters in diameter, and I could feel the overwhelming weight of them pressing against me. I was buried in her breasts, the soft flesh enveloping me, the sound of her skin stretching and creaking with each movement. Clara cried out, her body arching against mine as I thrust into her, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement.

After what felt like hours, we finally collapsed, exhausted and spent. Clara's breasts were still massive, each one 2 meters in diameter, and I could feel the weight of them pressing against me. She looked at me, her eyes shining with happiness.

"I'm glad I found you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment. "Me too," I said, my voice low.

BONUS - Returning to the office

Ken entered the office to a surprising sight: a miniature version of Clara, her normally towering figure reduced to a mere 4'8 feet. The compression device had succumbed to the sandy remnants of their beach visit, and now Clara, with her height dramatically decreased, stood pouting in disappointment.

She slapped at the device in frustration, trying to restore her usual grandeur. "This stupid thing! It’s completely ruined my look!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Ken couldn't hold back his laughter, finding the scene unexpectedly adorable. "You finally look your emotional age," he teased, doubling over with laughter as he watched her continued attempts to fix the device.

Clara shot him a glare, her pout deepening,

" You look like a kid! " he continued while holding in tears from all the laughing.... She wasn't having any of it, besides she just looked 'normal'.... He was going to pay later.... at home.