Mistake

     Dean found himself walking through the Quad in almost a daze, bumping
into people left and right.  All the traffic that was zipping around him
couldn't sway his mind from it's current course.  That afternoon, Dean had
been to a little five and dime store, run by a old woman who was very
sweet.  She had so many wrinkles that it was had to tell where her lips
were, but her voice had been soft and understanding. As soon as Dean had
entered the store, the woman had walked up to him and said,
     "I know what you are looking for."
     This startled Dean, but not looking to cause the woman grief, he followed 
her to the back of the store.  There, she opened a little chest and pulled out a 
green ornate glass vial that was filled with about 30 speckled little candy-
like pieces. 
     He had begun to ask what this was all about, but the woman just moved 
her hands to her lips and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling like a diamond.  
She put the vial into his hands and he could feel her tough, worn skin scrape
against his.  After leading him up to the register, she rang up ten cents
on the old, dusty machine.  Dean, not wanting to be rude, dug into his
jeans pocket and brought out two nickels and placed them on the counter.
Not able to suppress his curiosity any longer, he asked, "But what
are these?  And why do you think I want..." 
     "Those are what we call "Ego boosters" round these parts.  Mind you, only 
take as many as you think you need.  They only last for a while, so you be 
sure and save them, you hear?"
     With that the old lady turned around and headed for another customer 
that had wandered in the door.  Dean took the vial and placed it in his front 
pocket, then headed out the door.  That was an hour ago.
Since then, all Dean could concentrate on was what the woman had said and
what he was going to do.
      BLAM!
     Dean slammed to the ground after letting out a "ummmph" from someone 
impacting into his side.  He rolled over on the grass to see a pair of shapely 
legs reaching toward the sky, a sleek pair of roller blades attached to the end 
of them.  The legs fell to the ground, revealing the familiar face of Liz, 
beginning to get red with anger and embarrassment. 
     "Hey bud, why don't you....oh...Hi Dean." Liz recovered. "I didn't mean to 
run into you like that.  You really should watch where you're going, though."
     Dean had gotten to his feet and was helping Liz up, but since she wasn't 
quite adept with her blades yet, the process was proving difficult.  Desperate 
to try and get her from her prone position in the middle of all this foot 
traffic, he stood over her legs and grabbed both her arms and heaved up.  
Liz managed to get to her feet, only to lose balance and begin falling 
backward, taking Dean with her.  The two of them landed on the ground in a 
highly awkward position, and Liz being the flirt she was, couldn't pass it up. 
     "SayDean, is that a Lifesavers in your pocket or did you just see a 
football player?"
     "Funny," retorted Dean, "No, I just stole your dildo and you caught me."
     After a minute, they were able to untangle themselves and Liz undid her 
blades in order to remain vertical.  As she was doing so, Dean stood there 
and admired her shape.  She was about 5'2", with shoulder length curly 
blond hair, pale green eyes, a slim body and tiny waist, and she was wearing 
a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, two sizes too big for her tiny 
frame.  It was tucked into her cut-off jeans. Standing up after removing the 
blades, she walked towards Dean and gave him a hug.  
     "Haven't seen you in a while.  I thought I saw you...what is this lump 
here?" she asked as she shoved her hand into the front pocket with the vial. 
     "Oh, just something I got today." Dean replied, trying to act nonchalant. 
Liz retrieved the vial and held it up to the sun.  She rattled it around and 
then made like she was going to open it.  Dean started to say something, but 
seeing that he was concerned about it, Liz hid it from Dean's sight. 
    "Is this for some special girl?" Liz teased. 
     "No...it's...ummm...for me, actually." stammered Dean.  He was beginning to 
get a little concerned, for he did not know what they actually were, and 
didn't want Liz to know.  His brain was quickly trying to find an explanation 
that would satisfy her curiosity and return the vial to him without incident. 
     "Is it some sort of drug?"
     "No...it's..candy actually.  Very old candy that I'm going to test in
Chemistry to see if I can determine it's ingredients." Dean smiled inside
after giving such a good answer on the spot.  That should do it, he thought. 
     "Well, I'll see if I can help," answered Liz as she popped out the cork and 
chugged down a pill before Dean knew what was happening.  His heart froze 
as he saw he do this and he leapt toward her in vain, thinking he could 
possibly hit her in the back or something if she started to gag. But she didn't.  
She swallowed the candy in nothing flat and told him it tasted like it was 
cherry. Dean watched nervously as Liz smacked her lips and thanked him for 
the treat. 
     She seemed to be OK, and as a little time went by, nothing happened.  
Dean felt relieved, but not enough that he didn't worry about getting back 
the rest of the vial. 
    "Hah hah...ok...joke's over. Gimme back my candy."
     Liz pulled back and teased him with the vial, not letting him reach it.  
Then she got a mean look on her face and said, "You wouldn't be getting all 
worked up like this over some science project. This is just some silly candy 
you got at the store and you didn't want to share with little ole me.  Well, 
just for that..."
     Dean watched in horror as Liz emptied the entire contents of the vial into 
her mouth, chewing the pills and eventually swallowing them.  Liz let out a 
big sigh as the last of it went down and she pat her tummy like a little child 
and said, "All gone." Dean waited for her to drop dead or clutch her heart 
from a seizure or anything, but as she picked up her roller blades and slung 
them over her shoulder, she seemed to be fine.  He stood there silent as Liz 
returned the glass vial to him and then gave him a short kiss on the lips, 
saying, "That will teach you not to share."
     Liz began to say her good-byes, but Dean wouldn't hear of it.
He insisted on walking her back to her apartment.  Liz pointed out that it
was no where near his place and that he would be late for the class if he
did walk her back.  But given his concern for what had just happened, his
mind could not be changed. 
     The pair walked amongst the crowd of students changing classes, Liz 
watching carefully where she stepped now that she was barefooted. Dean 
watched closely out the corner of his eye during the walk, but it was tough 
since everyone was bumping and jarring the two.  Halfway across...Dean ran 
into a friend who was heading to class, so he decided to stop and ask him to 
get the notes from that day and the pair stood there, swapping instructions 
and phone numbers. 
     Meanwhile, Liz stood there with a bored expression on her face as the two
men chatted.  Checking to make sure they weren't looking at her, she re-
adjusted her new elasto-bra she had gotten the previous day.  It was 
guaranteed to make a bust look bigger, and that was something she wanted.
Her B-cupped figure was something she wasn't proud of, although no one
had ever said anything bad about it, it was just something she wished was
different.  She knew that bust size was not important and she really didn't 
want a guy liking her due to the size of her chest, but to be able to wear a 
strapless dress and not have it fall down all the time was something she 
dreamed of. 
     She fixed her "unbreakable" bra and then scanned a look around the 
moving crowd to see if anyone she knew was about.  Standing on her toes 
after she thought she saw her roommate heading to class, she dropped back 
to her heels and noticed something was a bit different; her chest bounced a 
little.  She repeated the movement and again she felt a unfamiliar bounce in 
her bosom. Attributing it to her new bra, she gave it no further thought until 
she felt a building tingling sensation around her private parts.  Thinking she 
was experiencing a hot flash, she quickly began to think of dead kitten as 
such, but the sensation continued to get stronger. She was starting to get 
really...horny?  This couldn't be.  There was no reason for this at all, but she
was really getting worked up.  Even her nipples were tingling a bit, and
as she secretly moved her arm across her chest in a quick motion to try
and numb the feeling, she was shocked to feel more resistance there then
there should have been. 
     Slowly, she looked down at her shirt, and saw nothing different at first, 
cause she had on a oversized shirt, but when she ran her hands down the 
side of it to stretch it taut, she was surprised to see her figure looking 
more like a C-cupped girls then her own, even with her new bra. Quickly she 
raised her head and shut her drooped-open mouth, making sure no one was 
watching her.  As she looked around, she centered her attention on her chest 
mentally, lightly jumping up and down so no one could notice her.  Again she 
was answered with even more bobbing motion, even after she stopped 
moving.  Something was definitely happening.  Liz tried desperately to get 
her mind off this, thinking she was either hallucinating or going crazy, and 
she began picking the flecks of dirt off her roller blades, centering all her
attention on that task.  But as time wore on, the tingling feeling was
still coming on strong and her intermittent brushes against her own chest
were making it clear that she was indeed experiencing something.  She
dropped her room keys that she was using on her roller blades and bent
over to pick them up.  When she got vertical again, she noticed that the
strain on her bra was beginning to pull the straps into her skin a little
bit.  Glancing down again at her chest, she gasped at the sight of her own
chest beginning to actually show in this large shirt, a sight which had
never been before.  She then decided that it was time to take matters into
her own hands. 
     Liz bent over slightly so that she didn't show anymore, and nervously 
tapped Dean on the shoulder.  Dean turned around and looked at her. She 
smiled slightly and said, "Dean, hon, I gotta get going...do you think you 
could talk with him later?" 
     When Dean started to explain that he needed to make sure that his friend 
understood everything that he needed, Liz gave up and whispered, "I'm 
having a little trouble".  Dean looked at her quizzically, and then thought that 
she needed to go to the bathroom and told her to hold it.  She then gave up 
on trying to hide her problem and stood up a bit straighter and gave Dean a
quick look at her "growing concerns."
     Instantly Dean told his friend good-bye and started walking swiftly with 
Liz under his arm, she walking a little hunched over to try and conceal her 
chest.  Dean whispered, "What are you doing?  You trying to get me all 
excited with those fake.. "
     "They're not fake, Dean...something is happening to me...my breasts are
growing..I can actually feel them inflating.  What's going on?  Wait..
What was in those pills I took?" 
     Dean explained the whole story to her as they tried to make it quickly 
across the quad.  Liz punched him in the arm when he told her about the pills, 
telling him he should have warned her.  Dean tried to plead his case, but it 
didn't matter now. 
     Liz's chest was near a D-cup now, and she noticed that they seemed to be 
expanding faster as time passed.  She was almost walking with her back 
hunched at a 45 degree angle now so that she didn't show any curves, 
looking rather silly.  Dean dove his hand into his pocket and retrieved the 
vial again. He studied it, trying to find anything on it that might help, and 
noticed some writing on the bottom of the cork.  It read: 
     Ego Builders: Take one each night and triple your doubt.  Find happiness 
and all will be as it should. 
    Dean thought carefully and then realized what was happening: Liz must 
have doubted that her chest attracted men and they were now tripling in 
size, but she had taken 30 pills, so that meant... 
     "Oh my god!" both Dean and Liz said as they figured out the meaning.
     Liz started breathing heavy, which wasn't helping conceal her chest.
     Dean could do nothing but continue walking faster towards Liz's place.
Maybe there he could find the number of the store and call and get some
answers to Liz's problems.  Now across the Quad, Dean decided to take the
untravelled backroads to get her home, so as to not draw any more
attention to her. 
     As soon as they were out of sight, Liz stopped for a second to catch her 
breath.  She stood upright and Dean's eyes widened as he saw for the first 
time Liz's breasts, now near E-cup sized.  Her formerly loose flannel shirt 
looked almost perfect for her now, not too loose or tight, just right for her 
figure.  Liz saw this too and looked in
the reflection of a parked car's window 
to see her new shape.  A quick
feeling of awe and liking faded fast when she 
realized that they were not
stopping.  Her bra straps were really starting to 
dig into her sides a
bit, but she didn't feel like undoing the front clasp and 
have herself
swinging free.  She noticed Dean's eyes affixed on her chest and 
again the
sensations of her almost throbbing crotch began to wash over her, 
but both
of them quickly untranced and continued their trek to her place. 

Deciding to run, the two began a trot towards the high-rise apartment

complex not one block away.  Liz draped her left arm over her chest to
keep 
it from bouncing around, but so was so much of it now that is was
tough. 
Dean noticed too that he was getting a bit hard himself, and
chastised 
himself for getting excited at Liz's expense.  As they
approached the lobby, 
Dean left Liz outside to make sure the coast was
clear.  Liz stood out of sight 
and surveyed herself.  Her bra was not
getting any tighter on her now, just 
stretching out. She stood upright and
stared at her chest. She could actually 
see her shirt moving slowly
outward from her body, her inflating boobs 
pushing it away.  As she
watched, she could start to see the space between 
the buttons begin to
spread apart slightly.  Fearing she might lose her shirt 
before getting to
her room, she placed her hands on her chest and pressed 
them into her.
Instantly, waves of pleasure washed over her as her hands 
mashed her
enlarged nipples into her own breast.  She could feel some fluid 
rushing
inside her tits, blowing them up like balloons.  The weight of the 
fluid
was great, but for some reason her chest wasn't sagging that much.  She

pressed harder and again pleasure swam through her chest and down to her

privates.  Already wet, she noticed that each push made her even wetter.

Dean came out and gave her the all clear sign.  Liz removed her hands

and her breasts filled out to their normal position, making Dean almost
cum 
right there.  Her boobs were as big as volleyballs, and even he could
see that 
they were inflating a bit.  Liz walked behind Dean past the front
desk and 
over to the elevator that Dean had waiting for them.  "Now why
did I have to 
live on the 16 floor?" thought Liz.  The doors closed and up
shot the elevator.  
Dean turned to ask Liz if she was alight.  Liz smiled
weakly and said she felt 
no pain somehow, but that she thought that they'd
better hurry up and get 
to her room, cause she could feel herself getting
bigger even faster and that 
her shirt was getting too tight.  As if on
cue, the elevator stopped on the 4th 
floor and the doors started to open.

A group of 6 guys going out to play basketball started to pile in, and

Dean though quickly and maneuvered Liz into the back corner with his back

pressed against her front to conceal her.  He could feel her erect nipples

through his t-shirt and also her breasts inflating, pushing her into his
back.  
Liz almost moaned at the torrent of pleasure this was causing her
and she 
almost forgot what was happening to her.  She started moving her
chest up 
and down very slightly, rubbing her nipples against Dean's shirt
and the 
inside of her own bra.  She could feel her breasts filling out
more and more, 
sliding inside her already too tight bra which was barely
holding in anything 
more then her aereola and nipples now, she thought.
She could see her 
cleavage now through the button holes in her shirt.
Looking up, she saw that 
they were nearing the 9th floor when shefelt
strange again, like a new wave 
of electricity shooting through her system.
She hoped maybe that was 
signaling the end of the growth, but instead, as
she looked down, she realized 
that she was blowing up even faster now. 

Holding in her breath, she grabbed Dean's shoulders and pressed him into

her as tight as she could, hoping to prolong the life of her already
skin-tight 
shirt.  Dean, shocked by what he felt, started to move forward
a bit to turn 
around and see what was happening, and as soon as he moved
far enough 
away so Liz's breasts could move out, the middle button of her
shirt popped 
off violently, exposing part of her white bra and her
expanding breasts. 
     Dean felt the button hit him about the time he
heard the POP and decided 
to stay where he was and hide Liz.  He pressed
into her hard and noticed 
that her boobs were growing faster now.  They
had to be about the size of 
basketballs by now, he figured.  Speaking of
basketball, the guys hit floor 14 
and pilled off to go get a buddy of
theirs to the game, leaving the two alone 
again. 
     "Dean, I'm getting
too big," sobbed Liz, "My breasts are gonna pop out of 
my shirt soon."

"I know I know...we are almost there." reassured Dean. 
     The elevator
stopped and the pair got out, Liz continuing to hold onto 
Dean's back like
a little babe.  They walked down to her room and Liz 
handed her key to
Dean.  He quickly opened the door and they both dove 
into the room.
Slamming and locking it behind them, Dean turned to look at 
Liz.  Her
breasts were stretching the shirt to it's utmost limits now, the fabric

noticeably becoming more and more thin.  Liz stood there watching her
chest 
inflate, not knowing what to do about it.  She grabbed herself again
and tried 
to push in, but her tits were too sensitive to the touch now.
Every time she 
touched herself, she nearly came in her shorts. Liz's shirt
was so tight that 
Dean could she the imprint around her front of the too
small bra all around 
the circumference of her bust.  Liz just stood there
with her hands near her 
chest, wanting to hold them in, but knowing if she
did it would drive her 
crazy.  
     "Dean...call the store!" Liz gasped.

     Dean stood motionless as he noticed the second button beginning to

quiver a bit.  Liz looked down just in time to see it pop off too,
careening 
around the room.  Her breasts spilled out of her shirt a bit
more now, and 
modesty took over.  She reached around and tried to block
Dean's view, but 
too much flesh was there, and it was still growing.

"Dean!" shouted Liz and Dean snapped out of his mammary trance and 
grabbed
the phone book.  Liz took in short breaths now, trying to expand her 
chest
anymore then it already was.  Soon, Dean found the number and dialed 
the
place up. 
     "I feel it....I'm gonna pop another one." gasped Liz and
she shot her hand 
to her front to try and hold her shirt together, but she
was too late. 
     The third button exploded away before her hands got
there and now 
Dean could see half her chest exposed through the opening in
her shirt. Her 
tight bra stretching like a rubber-band around a water
balloon across the 
center of the opening, still able to hold in Liz's
enormous, watermelon-size 
breasts. 
     A woman answered the phone and
Dean quickly spilt the details. She 
sighed and reminded him of her
warning, then told him that there was 
nothing she could do, that they
would just have to run their course until they 
finished. 
     "What
then," asked Liz when Dean told her the news.  The woman told 
Dean that in
this case, they first might want to make sure that they were 
away from
people if possible, to save her embarrassment.  Dean told her 
they were,
and then was interrupted by Liz's moan. 
     He turned to see that Liz was
holding her head, and looked quite dizzy.  
Her boobs swayed a bit as she
tottered, and then she shook her head and 
told him she was OK, that she
had just had another hot flash. The woman 
overhead this and told Dean that
that meant that the next pill had worn off 
and that the next one was about
to kick in.  Dean asked Liz quickly how 
many times she had had that
feeling.  Liz said twice and Dean's face went 
white. 
     "She's only had
two pills effect her and they're as big as a beach balls 
now!" shouted
Dean.  Liz looked quizzically at Dean, trying to figure out what 
was being
said, when she realized that a huge pressure was starting to build 
inside
her stomach. 
     "Ummm.....Dean." said Liz as she felt the pressure
building like her 
inflating breast inside her.  "I feel something
happening inside...I..ooohhhhh."
     Just then, as if someone released a
pressure valve, Liz felt the pressure 
begin shooting into her already huge
breasts, making them blow up much 
faster. 
     Dean turned around to see
her tits blowing up faster and getting larger 
by the second. 
     "It's
gonna pop It's gonna pop" panted Liz as her breasts stretched against 
the
buttons.  She closed her eyes as her boobs grew and grew until the 
buttons
began losing their battle.  With little tremors that shook her breasts,

each button was being shot from her shirt by her enormous chest. Soon,
only 
the top button remained and the rest of her shirt lie lip on the
sides of her 
pink breasts.  The bra made a indention around the center of
her breasts, 
refusing to let go of her expanding mammaries. 
     "Oh my
god...I can feel them stretching." gasped Liz. "Dean...my bra is 
getting
tighter...it's starting to hurt. I don't know if it's gonna break or not.

Hurry up with her so you can take it off."
     Dean began to say a quick
good-bye to the lady, but she cut him off and 
told him that they should
also make sure that they are out in the open 
somewhere where she won't be
able to do any damage.  Dean whirled 
around and looked at Liz's ballooning
boobs.  They almost reached down to 
her shorts now and they stuck out a
good foot and a half or so, inflating 
inches a second or so now. 
     He
dropped the receiver to the ground and started looking for a blanket 
or
something to cover her up long enough to get her down the elevator and

away from the building.  Liz looked puzzled at his frantic search, but
then 
was taken by a greater concern... "Dean...this bra is really getting
too tight...it's hurting me." cried Liz as she 
began rubbing the area
around her breasts where the bra was digging in.  
The sheer pleasure of
the sensations was almost enough for her to forget her 
pain.  She could
feel the swirling liquids inside her tits that were inflating 
them bigger
and bigger.  Her shorts had a now large wet spot on them where 
her
privates were dripping her juices from being so horny.  One of her 
nipples
popped free form the restraints of the bra and bounced around, 
sending
shock waves of ecstasy through her breasts.
      She moaned out load this
time, not able to contain the feeling. She 
grabbed it with her right hand
and began to feel the enlarged protrusion.  It 
was the size of a
Lifesavers roll now. She traced her hands around her 
areola, it about the
size of a Frisbee.  She was really beginning to like this.  
Then the pain
came back as another sudden hot flash shot through her again. 
     "Oh
no....I'm blowing up like a balloon again," shouted Liz. "God,look at 
them
go....My breasts are getting bigger....and bigger...oh lord Ican feel them

swelling...Dean..get this bra off me.  I'm swellingfaster...I can feel it!
I'm 
inflating too fast!"
     Dean stopped his search for a big blanket
to see Liz standingthere, her 
boobs now reaching out 2 1/2 feet, and down
to her crotch,which he noticed 
was soaking.  Her arms were around her
breasts, but shecouldn't even touch 
her own hands.  He ram towards her,
figuring thatgetting her out was more 
important then dignity now, when she
startedmoaning and he stopped. 
     Liz could feel the elastic bra
starting to give under the newrapid growth 
of her tits and she decided
that she couldn't take anymore. She arched her 
back and threw back her
arms in the hope of breaking it offher.  She felt it 
stretch, but it
didn't break.  She arched back more, herbreasts coming to rest 
on her
belly.  As she continued to arch, she couldfeel the skin of her boobs as

they swelled out, moving down her front. With one final scream, she went

back as far as she dared and the braexploded off, shooting across the
room. 
     She stood up and looked in the mirror.  Her growing knockers
werehalf 
her size now, her nipples about the size of a soup cans.
Theyjiggled like a 
mass of Jell-O from the shock of the release of the
bra. And they were 
noticeably getting larger each second, swelling like
aballoon being blow up. 
     Dean shook his head to straighten his
thoughts and told her theyhad to 
get out from here before she got too big.
Liz moved slowly fromthe weight, 
her thighs brushing against the bottom
of her mammoth mounds.But by the 
time they reached the door, they had
blown up too much and weretoo wide 
to fit through the door frame.  Dean
tried pressing themtogether, his fingers 
almost disappearing into the
inflating flesh, butall this did was make Liz cum 
in her shorts.  She
gasped as the sensationpassed momentarily, but she 
weakened enough to beg
Dean to do it again.Dean, more centered on his task, 
stepped back and
tried to come up with asolution, and couldn't. 
     He ushered her back to
the middle of the small room and shut thedoor 
before anyone noticed.
Every step Liz took made her breasts sway andthe 
movement of the air on
her enormous nipples started her up again. Giving in 
to the intense waves
of passion that were raping her system, shegrabbed her 
incredible tits and
began massaging them all over, sendingwaves of 
electricity through them
and making her privates literally oozefrom her hot 
juices. 
     Dean
grabbed the phone and told the woman that she was stuck inher 
room and
that they couldn't get out.  The woman thought for a second,then 
told Dean
that for the pill to wear off, the person had to experiencethe sheer 
joy,
joy that only came from a cataclysmic orgasm.  She thenthought that 
maybe
if he tried to make her have one, her breasts wouldrevert back to 
normal.
She told him that the growth was happeningunderneath only one 
layer of her
skin and that they would pop painlesslyonce it happen, letting 
her be
normal again. 
     "Oooohhh goooodddddd...I had another flash." warned
Liz, and 
Deanwatched as her breasts began inflating so fast they swelled
from 
thebottom of her shorts to her knees in almost 3 seconds.  "My
breasts 
aregetting bigger too fast Dean...I can't stand." Liz then gave up
fightingand 
fell to the ground, rolling over after bouncing a bit from
landing onher own 
bean-bag sized chest. 
     Dean told Liz the idea and
Liz's eyes lit up.  Dean walked to nearher head 
and Liz didn't even have
to tell her response to the idea, forher hand shot up 
and grabbed his
extremely hard cock.  She quicklyunzipped his zipper and 
pulled out his
pecker, stroking it furiously toget him wet, which didn't take 
long. 

Dean began stripping as Liz fought to get off her shorts anddripping wet

panties.  She propped her knees up to lift her breasts fromthe floor, and
they 
just began flopping toward her head.  Dean walkedaround to her front
and 
saw a sight that almost made him lose his loadthen and there: two
breasts 
that were near 4 feet tall that reached belowher crotch and her
sumptuous 
legs.  Liz's arms were reaching up the sidesof her tits, clawing
them and 
kneading the inflating mounds. 
     Dean threw Liz's legs apart
and slammed his dick Liz's alreadysopping 
wet vagina.  The heat in her
almost made Dean scream as he beganpumping 
her as hard ashe could.  Liz
screamed a long scream and beganpanting 
harder.  This wasn't going to take
long. 
     Dean continued hammering into Liz and he noticed that each time

hebrought his head down, her boobs were closer.  She was growing so

fastthat soon he wasn't going to be able to fuck her.  This panicked Dean

andhe began to pump harder, making Liz almost pass out from ecstasy.

Deanbegan pressing on her ballooning breasts, trying to alter their

growthaway from him, but they were getting too big.  He felt as if he

wasfighting a blob of flesh. Just then Liz moaned louder. 
     "Oh GOD!
Dean...I just ..*ohhh* had another one...*ohhh* My boobsare 
going to
inflate faster now...I can feel it...the pressure

isso...stronnnnnggaaaaaaah!  Holy shit!!  Look!!"
     Dean saw her
breasts triple in speed, almost crawling towards him.It 
wasn't long before
he was not able to stay inside Liz.  Her rapidlyinflating 
tits pushed him
away as they swelled bigger and faster, coveringher legs in a 
matter of
seconds.  He stood up and noticed that he nipples,the size of coffee 
cans,
were heading quickly towards the ceiling. 
     "Ooooohhhh...I can feel my
skin stretching...God..I'm huge..I'menormous.. 
when are they going to
stop?  Dean...I'm almost there.  Justfuck me a little 
more.  God...the
pressure...I'm blowing up like a blimp."
     Dean dove into her cleavage
and pressed inward through theswelling tits.  
He grasped her skin and
pulled himself deeper into herchest.  Liz screamed 
and moaned as Dean's
hot body worked it's way throughher cleavage. 

"Oohhh...God...Dean...My nipples!  My nipples are hitting theceiling!"

Dean finally found a hand hold and grabbed her slim hips, pullinghimself

through her cleavage and into her throbbing vagina.  Even thoughthe weight

from her swelling breasts was pressing down on him, Dean wasable to move

slightly and fast, his dick all the way inside Liz, growinglarger inside
her 
with each thrust, getting ready to explode up insideher. 
     "Oh
yes....Oh yes...there...that's it" moaned Liz.  "God, I canfeel it.  I'm
going 
to cum...keep doing that.  Ohhh..my breasts arehitting the walls.
I'm getting 
too big.  I'm growing too fast!!! I'm...oooh...uh oh!!
Dean....it happened again!  
DEAN!!!  My breasts arefilling up the room !!!
Hurry!!!  They're getting too big 
for the room.!! I can feel the door and
windows!!"
     Dean, not able to hear Liz's words through her breasts,
continuedpumping 
into her privates, pulling out liquid with each withdraw.
He slidhis hands 
under her butt and started pulling himself deeper into
her.  Hefelt her start 
to gush juice and knew he was doing something
right. 
     "oh yes...oh yes...god...that's it.  Oh god, the door just
broke. My boobs are 
swelling into the hallway!!!  oh
god...yes...I'mcumming...I'm cumming!!! Oh 
god...I feel my tits blowing
up..I feel thempushing on the ceiling!  I'm 
cumming I'm cumming!!!!"

Dean felt Liz's hips rise up in the anticipation of her orgasm andgave her

one last thrust before he exploded his semen almost into herwomb.  Liz
took 
one last breath and let the intense pressure insideherself go,
sending 
cascades of wetness down her and Dean's legs, makingher entire
body shiver. 
     "oh..god...my breasts...they are stretching too
tight....tootight.... They're 
going to explode!!!  uuuuunnnnhhhhhAAAAAAA"
Liz archedher back as 
much as she could under the weight and felt a mighty
surge inher room-
sized boobs.  Like a over-inflated water balloon, her
titsexploded, sending a 
torrent of cool milk down over the exhausted pair.
Liz held her breath as the 
white liquid doused her and headed out the
nowsnapped-in-half door. 
     Dean, still laying on top of and inside Liz,
shook the milk fromhis face and 
looked up at Liz.  Her breasts were back
to normal, or atleast back down in 
size.  Liz was now sporting E-cups on
her petitefigure.  They both stared at 
her breasts, and realized that they
werestaying that size.  Liz began to laugh 
as Dean did, hugging each other
andthey kissed.  The superintendent, called
by some of the neighbors,
cameinto the doorway to see a lake of milk 
streaming out their door and
thetwo of them in a naked embrace.  He shook 
his head and reached into
thecloset for a mop. 
     "Coming to work today was a big mistake."
