Girls now named Vee - + experimental expansion story

Trigger warning i'm experimenting with more uncomfortable themes! discretion adviced!

Oversized overdosed - Re-encounter expansion story

As I stood before my childhood friend, now my girlfriend, I couldn't help but crane my neck upwards to take in her towering figure. She stood at an astonishing 8 feet tall, her dark red hair, almost black in most lights, styled in a chic, chin-length bob. The tinge of red in her hair seemed to glow in the dim light, and her choker glinted like a promise of forbidden pleasure. But it was her breasts that left me breathless - Zx2 cups, a mind-boggling 56 cups, that seemed to defy gravity and logic. They were a marvel, a wonder to behold, and I couldn't help but stare.

Her breasts, a mesmerizing sight, seemed to hover at my head level, as if daring me to reach out and touch them. The white bikini she wore struggled to contain their enormity, the fabric creaking and groaning, Creeeeeak, as she leaned in to talk to me. The sound was like music to my ears, a symphony of strained fabric and overflowing flesh. Her nipples, hard and pointed, vibrated with every movement.

It was hard to believe that just two years ago, she was a completely different person. I remembered her as an 18-year-old, 5'6" with G-cup breasts. She was beautiful, but not like this. Not like the towering, 8-foot-tall goddess she was now. We'd re-encountered after 5 months of dating, and she'd moved in with me. It was a whirlwind romance, but I couldn't deny the connection we shared.

As she moved, her breasts slapped against her skin, Splorch, the sound echoing through the air like a slap of waves against the shore. It was a sound that never failed to leave me awestruck, a reminder of the sheer magnitude of her breasts. The bikini's straps dug deep into her skin, creating a valley of flesh that seemed to glow with an inner light.

"Hey, baby," she said, her voice high-pitched and sweet, "I'm so glad you're home. I've been waiting all day for you." Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her average face transformed into a vision of loveliness by her bright smile.

As she moved closer, her breasts bounced and jiggled, Gloopp Gloop, the motion sending ripples through the fabric of her bikini. It was a sight that never failed to leave me breathless, a reminder of the incredible changes she'd undergone since we'd reconnected. The sound of her breasts was like a constant accompaniment, a reminder of their presence, their power, and their allure.

=== flashback

As we sat down on the couch, she started to recount her growth, a faraway look in her eyes. "I remember when my boobs suddenly exploded," she said, a giggle escaping her lips. "My shirts would rip, my bras would snap; it was a disaster. I went from G cups to J cups in just one week, and I had no idea what was happening to me." She paused, a sly smile spreading across her face. "And it wasn't just my breasts; my ass was growing too.

"I remember when I hit X cups, my shirts were getting tighter and tighter, the buttons would pop off, and my breasts would spill out. I'd wear a shirt with a giant bow on the front, and it would be like a tiny little present, just waiting to unwrap. And then, BAM! The bow would burst open, and my breasts would come tumbling out. My ass was getting bigger too; I'd wear a pair of high-waisted pants, and they'd be like a pair of sausage casings, just waiting to burst. And then, POP! The seams would rip, and my ass would come spilling out.

"Now, my breasts are like two giant watermelons. I'd wear a shirt and zip it up. And then, ZIIIP! The zipper would burst open, and my stupid big breasts would come tumbling out. My ass is like a giant pair of pumpkins. ANY pair of shorts is a pair of tiny little shorts, just waiting to be split in two. And then, RIP! The seams would tear, and my ass would come spilling out."

she paused for a bit....

"And that's why I wear a bikini indoors!" she said

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As I reminisced, I reached out, my hands instinctively going to her breasts, cupping them gently in my palms. They were warm and soft, the skin yielding to my touch like silk. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, as I caressed her breasts. "I love it when you touch me like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her breasts. 

Gloopp Gloop

As they shifted and flowed like liquid in my hands.

As I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this incredible gift, this woman who had been my friend for so long, and was now my lover. She was a dream come true, a fantasy made flesh, and I knew that I would never let her go.

But as I looked into her eyes, I saw something there, a spark of mischief, a glint of amusement. It was as if she knew something I didn't, something that made her smile all the more enigmatic.

"What's going on?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, as she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against mine, Splorch, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"I'll tell you later," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she pressed her lips to mine, her breasts which lived at my eye level squishing against me.

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2 DAYS LATER:

That day I was asked to return home early; it was a reward for our hard work. Little did I know what I was going to see as I opened the door.

As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by a sight that made my jaw drop. The room was a mess, with empty beer cans and fast food wrappers scattered everywhere. But it was the woman sitting in the middle of it all that caught my attention. She was lounged on a chair, her 8-foot frame sprawled out like a giant, her Zx2 breasts bouncing gently,

Gloopp Gloop, as she moved.

The sound was constant, a reminder of her massive tits, and it seemed to mock her, to highlight her objectification.

She was wearing the white bikini I'd grown accustomed to, but it was stained and stretched out, clinging to her massive frame like a second skin. Her skin was clammy, her eyes bloodshot. She was smoking cigarettes, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling as she took a long drag.

But it was the computer screen in front of her that really caught my attention. She was webcaming, her face plastered on the screen as she chatted with her fans. I felt a surge of anger and hurt, knowing that she was still doing this despite our conversations about it.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" she said, her voice husky and seductive, as she leaned forward, her breasts bouncing, Splorch, against the keyboard. The sound was like a slap with multiple unnecesary key presses.

I didn't respond, my eyes fixed on the screen as I took in the scene. She was trying to entice her fans, to make them pay for her "services". I felt a wave of disgust wash over me, knowing that she was still trapped in this cycle of self-destruction.

She looked up, catching my eye, and a sly smile spread across her face. She thought she could manipulate me, use her body to get what she wanted. But I was onto her.

"Hey, baby," she said, her voice dripping with seduction, as she stood up, her massive frame towering over me. "I've been waiting for you." Her breasts bounced, but i was having non of it.

She tried to wrap her arms around me, to pull me into a kiss, but I was too quick. I dodged her, my eyes never leaving hers, and she stumbled forward, her massive breasts bouncing, Splorch, as she lost her balance. The sound was like a laugh, a mocking reminder of her clumsiness.

She tried to regain her footing, but it was too late. She fell to the floor, her frame crashing down with a thud. Her breasts spilled out of her bikini, Splorch snap, as she struggled to get up. The sound was like a cruel joke, i don't think being drunk helped.

But as I looked at her, I saw something that made my blood boil. A bottle of pills, hidden behind the couch cushion. The label read "Giganta-max", pills with more cancer warnings than a plutonium bisquit. I felt a wave of anger wash over me, knowing that she had been lying to me about her.

"You're are taking these, aren't you?" I said, my voice cold and detached. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears, and nodded.

"I couldn't help it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I needed to keep growing, to keep making money."

I felt a surge of disgust, knowing that she had been using her body like a tool, a way to make money and gain attention. I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw a sex doll, a object, not a person.

And in that moment, I did something I regreted. A better me would've shown her that she was more than just a body, more than just a sex object. A better me would've shown her she was important, a person who deserved to be loved and respected.

I did not. I am not a good person..

I closed her laptop and then made my way to her undoing my tie, I grabbed her massive chest, Gloopp, as I pulled her into a rough kiss. She was apologizing, her voice barely audible, as I took her. She was a mess, a disaster, but I was drawn to it. I was drawn to the raw, animalistic energy that radiated from her.

As I fucked her, she was dead-eyed, her body limp and unresponsive. But I didn't care. I was too caught up in my own desire, my own need for control. I was taking advantage of her.

But as I finished, as I pulled away from her, I saw something in her eyes. I saw a glimmer of understanding. Probably blaming only herself, I knew the real her, the depressed and broken her.

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I apologized, my voice sincere, but she refused to take it. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions.

"I deserved it," she said, her voice firm. "I was taking advantage of you, of our relationship. I needed to be put in my place."

I was taken aback by her words, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. She had been using her body, her size, to manipulate me, to get what she wanted.

As we lay in bed, she looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, I've been thinking," she said. "I'm done with the growth pills. This is as big as I'm going to get, size-wise."

I raised an eyebrow, I did not believe her. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm tired of being a freak, tired of being a sex object. I want to be more than that."

I smiled, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could work through this, could find a way to make our relationship work.

But as she got out of bed, I was reminded of the reality of our situation. She struggled to move, her massive frame cumbersome, her breasts bouncing, Gloopp Gloop, as she walked.

"It's getting disgusting, living like this," she said, her voice frustrated. "I need to get my life together."

I nodded, knowing that I had to help her. We talked, and we came to an agreement. She would keep the house clean, and I would help her with expenses, give her an allowance. She could play games with me, and we could spend time together, as long as she stayed off the webcams.

It was a strange arrangement, but it seemed to work. She kept the house spotless, and we spent hours playing games together. She was happy, and I was happy.

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2 YEARS LATER:

Two years FLEW by. She'd kept the house spotless, and I'd helped her with expenses, giving her an allowance. We'd spent countless hours playing games together, and our relationship had grown stronger.

As I walked into the living room, I was greeted by the sight of her massive frame, her breasts still enormous, still awe-inspiring. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, a far cry from the bikinis and lingerie she used to wear. But even in normal clothes, her breasts were still the center of attention, bubbling and jiggling with every movement.

She was sitting on the couch, a baby in her arms, cooing and giggling as she played with the little one's fingers. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and joy.

"Hey, baby," she said, smiling up at me. "Come see Alisa, she's being so cute today."

As she moved, her breasts slooshed and jiggled, the sound echoing through the room like a gentle wave. SLOOOSH, SLOOOSH, it was a sound that never failed to captivate me.

"Baby, look at her little face," she said, giggling. "Isn't she just adorable, baby?"

Her breasts slooshed again, the motion sending ripples through the fabric of her shirt. I felt a familiar stir in my groin, and I had to force myself to focus on the conversation.

"How is that a question? You two are always cute" I said sincerely.

"Hey Baby!" she said, smiling up at me. "I'm so glad you're home. I've been waiting all day for you."

That's when I finally spoke up. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I said, trying to sound reasonable.

"Sure, what's up?" she replied, looking down at me confused.

"Please, for the love of all things good, can you please not say 'baby' when you're holding the baby?" I asked, trying to sound calm. "It's just...off."

She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, a playful smile on her face. "Oh, really? You don't like it when I say 'baby'?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

And then she started saying it——— Over and over and over and again. "Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby. Ohhhhhhhh look at Daddy being all grumpy. Baby Lizie, isn't Daddy just the most adorable thing!? hehe"

Her breasts slooshed and jiggled with every word, the sound echoing through the room like a cacophony of chaos. SLOOOSH, SLOOOSH, SLOOOSH, it was like she was doing it on purpose, just to drive me crazy.

"Seriously, stop it." i insist.

But she just laughed, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with the motion. "Baby, you're so cute when you're annoyed," she said, with a smugh smile on her face.

I sighed!