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Needs and Wants (BE/AE)
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 - I have been afflicted with a condition, since turning twenty. It started one day on a whim, at the college. I found myself wishing that my partner on-project would see me, would want me. And it began. My shirt became tense atop my suddenly-growing breasts, the buttons strained. My partner did not look. My jeans lost their slack and filled out with a bubble of ass-flesh and even some thigh. It caused me to gasp as I felt my clothes shifting, my nipples taut as arousal struck and my butt pulsing more, pushing over the brim of my seat. They did not look, but the tension was palpable. They knew and their breathing reflected that knowledge. The want to look was surging through them, the need to see rising fast. I am a tease. I abandoned them to gape at myself, to marvel at what I'd become. To wonder if I was in danger or... what? A magical being, perhaps. Sudden changes have a way of removing you from the moments and changing what you want. What I saw in the mirror was a slightly rumpled shirt and a vaguely shapely ass, but to no extreme. Normal again. I sought out my partner, having steeled and arranged myself. I did not grow again for at least a few weeks. - The next incident occurred one day at the gym. I was spinning and wheeling, and admiring the view of the room behind me, a mirrored surface before me which spanned the whole wall. And the view was a room, and the room was active. And in the activity of the room I could see tight clothes and bulging flesh, muscles and skin on all types of body. One in particular intrigued me the most, and I found myself lost in the routine of my spin, concentrating on nothing but drinking in the sight of that whole, rounded ass. Watching it rise and fall and sway and gyrate, wishing that mine was one to match. And then it was. My shorts became tighter, the thin material stretched and pulled itself inwards, even as my backside thrust itself out and beyond, the cheeks slowly consuming the garment as they pumped out bigger, bounding rhythmically as I pushed the pedals, grinding myself into the seat as it swelled. I barely noticed until it was almost too late, then the bite of the fabric convinced me to hop down, to sit in a pose and recover my thoughts. To ignore the stares of the few who had noticed but dared not say anything. I still wanted to show off. The view had not changed, and the original ass had not turned to see. They could not see that on which I had sat, and so my thoughts turned to breast mass again. What I wanted, I got. In total concentration I sat there, fully focused, trying not to moan as my sports bra squeezed my bust. As my breasts filled it up and pushed it out, only to then overflow it. Above and below, two hills up and a gravity-pulled swell underneath that inched larger with every breath I took. The bra now a band of increasingly overstretched opacity, holding my boobs in and forcing them to rise up and surge out around it, swallowing it with muffin-flesh. Too public. Too public! I fled again, begrudging my own embarrassment, and my requested audience never even saw me. But I will try again...
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The Worthy Suitor By TROGDOR297
It had been almost a year since Rob’s life had changed. He still remembered the day fondly, the day he met Athena. He had been at work, stocking shelves at the book shop he owned when she’d entered. He had remembered that his mouth had visibly fallen upon when he saw her. She was unlike any girl he’d ever seen before. Her skin was pale as ivory, her long straight blonde hair flowing down to her waist. She was thin and graceful, her movements fluid and elegant. But most noticeably she was tall. Rob was slightly above average in the height department, clocking in just north of 6’. Athena peaked at least half a foot taller. He didn’t know how tall she actually was, he’d always thought it’d be rude to ask. He remembered that she’d approached him to ask him a question, and he’d done nothing but stare at her. After an awkward moment of silence, she’d smiled at him, a dazzling smile that filled him with joy, and he managed to regain his composure enough to assist her. She had a
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Clap BE
Cynthia was at a track meet with her best friend Christie. They were outside warming up on the school's practice fields when they saw a box. Cynthia jogged over to it, picked it up, and examined it. There was no address on it, just the words "you're welcome". Cynthia clutched it under her arms and they ran back to the track.
Cynthia was one of the hottest girls in the school. She had curly long brunette hair, with a nice smile and a pretty face. She had a slim waist, wide hips, and a toned stomach. Her ass was pretty big, and she had long, slender legs. The only problem she had with her appearance, was her A cup breasts. She had always been
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A small story as a gift to
for his birthday. Congrats on turning [age redacted] dude!
A small story as a gift to
for his birthday. Congrats on turning [age redacted] dude!Mature
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Yay! Nice :3