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Needs and Wants II
THIS STORY CONTAINS VARIOUS TYPES OF EXPANSION, MAINLY BREAST EXPANSION AND ASS EXPANSION, if you don't know it, don't show it. To yourself or to anyone. Or at the very least don't view it with an air of negativity towards the subject that you have now been warned about. - NEEDS AND WANTS II - Given that I have proven myself able, at this point, to gain vast amounts of swelling flesh and expand my own stock of it I decide that perhaps, given my unwillingness to actually utilise it publicly, it might be a good idea to test it. Alone, in a safe space. I find myself curious, also, as to how far I can go, but I ultimately reason that the time to test that is not on the third instance, or even in any unpractised state. That test needs to be done with reliable control, to see what boundaries can be pushed whether that be the size of a yoga ball or the size of... I barely want to imagine, but I do want to be there. The size of a mattress or a whole room. More than that, even. Horizons. Can I even grow alone, or does it need a catalyst? What does it respond to, a want or a need? A desire, maybe. I stand in my own bedroom, looking at my reflection in the shining surfaces around. In the lampshade, in the door handle, in the standing mirror itself. I look down at my own breasts, clad only in a modest and somewhat-loose lace pyjama top, and squint at them, willing them to swell. They remain modest, and I sink to the carpet, legs splayed and my stature drooping. I wanted to get this done, to test it. I wanted to... A wash of need overcomes me and I shudder, my tits suddenly perked up and yearning for attention, pulsing to bigger and rounder shape before settling back into tear-shaped swells again. Then again, larger, pushing the boundaries of my top and tenting it indecently over the nipples. They are growing, for me. And so I get to enjoy them more. Their sensitivity is ramped up this time, the loose fabric alone is making me tremble. It glides over my heaving orbs and it holds them, tighter and tighter, gripping them firmly in it's confines. I moan, uninhibited by locale, and I explore the lower swells with curious palms, feeling the boobflesh press between my fingers and fill my palms. They undulate as I squeeze them and massage what I can hold, overflowing my hands and slipping free of my top and bouncing heavily in my grasp, where my fingertips eagerly wait to knead them, to explore the areolas and nipples and tug them, needily, wanting a more climactic release. My body responds and the sensitivity redoubles, my want filling them fuller, to a size that forces my breasts down into my lap, to fill it and instantly overwhelm it. My legs are pinned, my hands are wandering and squeezing at nipples they can barely reach. I'm moaning and writhing and my shorts are soaked through, without any need yet to touch myself down there. But I want to. I can't get past my breasts, but I want to push my fingers into myself, to bring myself to ecstasy. My want channels to fuel my growing needs, and my body does... something. I feel my pussy lips flutter and enlarge, and my thighs become thicker so as to grind it against itself. I rock against my still-swelling bust and my clit pulses, enlarging and stroking itself on the carpet with every slight hip movement. I'm close. I'm closer. I'm closer. I'm almost at my limit and yet exhausted from moaning and grinding. My boobs are grown, not willing to allow my nipples to escape my grasping hands. My orgasm builds and builds, never ebbing, always climbing and swelling. I scream with the pleasure and hit the brink, and it's so much. Too much! My vision fades to black as I succumb to sleep, my throbbing and clenching the last thing I feel as I slip into slumber. - I awake normal again, in a mess of my making. But I am satisfied. The test went well, I think.
Literature
Popcorn (BE, AE)
This short story contains fetish material dealing particularly with expansion during masturbation. Please take this into consideration and leave before you otherwise offend yourself. If you're offended by the idea of being offended at this potentially offensive piece, then read on and enjoy! - - - She knows what would happen if she does it. It happens every time. But she feels the warmth, feels the overwhelming all-compassing heat of stimulative sensation. It envelopes her, consumes her, fuels her need to propel herself to new levels of completion. She is already naked, the time is now. Her fingers drift onto her loins, and she toys with herself, her eager section that pulses and feels ready. The seed atop it full of coiled nerve endings that are ready to be unshucked and frisked. She touches and it melts, becoming rigid and moistened by the hull of her sex. The sensations slowly overcome her being and as she unsheaths and rubs at herself, the seed of her ecstasy slowly sprouting and her body starting to tense and become fuller. Her breasts plumping and filling with the pressure of need, her ass swelling and rounding out, her stomach becomes tense and her diaphragm hiccoughs. She feels her pussy puff up and press perfectly around her dancing digits, her yearning and aching becoming secondary as her curves pop another stage, blossoming forth with an expression of rapid release. She moans and sighs, bursts of exclamation that eject themselves from her as she orgasms again and again, her nipples tense and full, her breasts behind them full and heaving, jumping forward with every new bulge of her being. She inhales and gasps out another sharp shout, feeling every small jostle as her curves groan and pop larger again. Each ass cheek is a balloon, each breast a turbulent swollen milk sac. Her nipples strive to be longer and harder than anything they ever became before. She is a mass of circles, the circles her mass. She has popped into fullness and she now can relax, having surpassed her whole being of self-love and acceptance and become cloudy and full in her blossoming. Her mind relaxes and she settles again into a kernel of relief, a pocket of potential, slowly unclouding as the process begins anew...
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Timidititty
“Make tonight really special and great and memorable, okay?” The girl wished to anything that was listening… the only thing that was was a trickster spirit. They would make it memorable, alright, but maybe not in the way she meant.
Constance smiled nervously as she opened the door. She was going on her first date- at nineteen, this made her incredibly shy. Most people she knew of had at least one steady relationship at this point in life, and she was just going on her first date ever. She wore a simple black dress and flats, already a step out of her comfort zone. Constance lacked a bra- not that she had anything for a bra
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Note: This contains scenes of BE an AE.
Whew, this took long enough, didn't it? Jeez. I had so many different ideas and routes on where to go with this, but I settled on the final outcome, which I quite like, actually.
I wanted to focus more on a relationship aspect of expansion and not just the crazy insanity of it. I like having plots in my stories, rather than just "omg growing boobiez". So this was indeed a fun one. I hope you all enjoy it as well.
Whew, this took long enough, didn't it? Jeez. I had so many different ideas and routes on where to go with this, but I settled on the final outcome, which I quite like, actually.
I wanted to focus more on a relationship aspect of expansion and not just the crazy insanity of it. I like having plots in my stories, rather than just "omg growing boobiez". So this was indeed a fun one. I hope you all enjoy it as well.
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