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Total 0 votes. Lily was annoyed when she stepped through the front door. As much as she enjoyed hanging out with her girlfriends, the constant gossip and drama was grating. Holly was by far the worst of them, and while she was fun to hang around and sweet in her own way, she wasn't above calling a friend a cow behind her back, either out of jest or spite. Category: Fetish. I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by.
Readers can read all books for free, without any and give the authors feedback. Books that perform well based on their reader engagement are published by Inkitt in different formats and channels. Ashlee Iyan; a short girl with shoulder length black hair and a thin lipped smile, stood gazing at herself in the mirror.
The way her emerald eyes seemingly peered back into her soul; a shudder ran up her spine. The air felt cold despite her phone saying that it was over eighty degrees outside. The air was hot and muggy; her shirt lay drenched breast growth erotica stuck to her like a second skin.
She never felt welcomed by anyone, not even by her closest friend, Addy. She and Addy went way back to lower grade school, before they even learned how to type. Back in the day when the only homework they had consisted of nothing more than early multiplication like two times ten or zero times anything.
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This thought ran through her brain as quickly as she blinked. That day she decided it would be best to wear skin tight jeans that showed her frail legs and flat ass perfectly. A distraught sensation settled badly in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea whether it was from anxiety, hatred, starvation or a combination of the three. Either way that familiar scowl she always knew rested on her face as always. It became a second piece of jewelry almost, coinciding with the two snake bite rings resting in her lower lip. Her face was always small her entire life, as well as her stature.
The only way Ashlee ever reached five foot six was to wear six inch heals and that never suited her too well. Her skin had been this pasty pale white for as breast growth erotica as she could remember. That mixed with her belly and lip piercing made her look like a goth, even though she never felt like one before.
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Get a hold of yourself Ash. Suddenly a certain heaviness had hit her eyelids and fatigue was taking over. The sweet blissfulness of sleep swept over and she was gone. Her phone lay clutched in her left hand, glowing as a silent phone call was coming in.
It was of the person she loathed the most.
A bleached blonde girl with crystal blue eyes was smiling on the lock screen. Earlier today, out of a fit of rage since you won the talent show, I tainted your drink at lunch.
At least not every single day… Ha ha! Have a good one. Enjoy the new body. Ashlee had been laying in her bed for over two solid hours, with the moon barely hiding behind the clouds. Her bed had always been situated by her window breast growth erotica she could feel the cool breeze of the brisk air like she loved so much. Images of blonde hair and bright blue eyes kept swimming in her head.
The moon began to come into focus as she came back into consciousness. Then a sudden wave of heat surged down deep into her chest. She immediately dropped her phone and grasped her blankets to try and alleviate the pain. The heat was so unbearable as if thousands of white hot knives were stabbing into her chest. Her breasts, the mere AA cup tiny bags were sickeningly gurgling. They both sounded like hot water, as if it were boiling over a hot flame.
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She gazed down, watching in horror as goose bumps formed all over her tiny boobs. Though they were no longer tiny anymore. In fact she could see and feel them growing at a agonizingly slow pace. Breathing even felt painful as her ribs continued to crackle and thicken as her chest heaved even further outward. Her spine snapped; the heat was rushing down into her back and hips. My hips are on fire!!!
She lurched backward, arms outstretched as her breasts continued to expand. Her bra was already straining. She immediately tried to hold the growth back, tightening her arms around her chest. Both breasts were refusing to stop their growing and pushed her arms farther and farther away. She breast growth erotica unable to stop her teeth from grinding as the molten pain surged back to her chest. Both breasts blew away from her, instantly popping her bra clean off.
A tear ran down her face as this thought occurred, which was beginning to achingly bubble as well. She grasped onto her head, screaming at the floor of her apartment as her teeth began to thicken. They grew larger and stronger by each passing second. Her jaw snapped, and her chin widened a bit, making way for her skull to reshape itself. She was onto her hands and knees now, both lips wriggling and thickening slower than her breasts ever did. They were immediately pushing hard on her snake bite rings as the metal strained to hold the growing flesh in.
Her breast growth erotica jaw grew out, followed by her nose. She watched in horror as it lengthened and became bulbous at the end. As horrifyingly painful as her breast expansion was, which they were now threatening to rip her shirt clean off, her spine began to lengthen.
Each breast pushed the fabric of her shirt to the breaking point as it began to rip from the top straight down. Within seconds the biggest, perkiest pair of boobs hung there, not needing any bra support. She gazed towards the shocked faced reflection of herself in the full length mirror across the room. Her belly was growing longer and then with a sick sound like air filling a balloon, the heat surged to each ass cheek. No, pleeaaase! N-Not you guys…. At least not until her biceps began to jiggle. Raising them both, she gazed at the thickening, bronzing skin as her arms grew more and more lean by the moment.
They lengthened only to pop at the elbow. She screamed even louder as her forearms began to grow. Her tiny, bony hands were throbbing as she watched the meat from her arms begin to grow up the bone. A sick sensation took over as she could see the meat literally climbing every single inch of her once frail hands. Her fingers struggled as they fought the growing mass only to fail and painfully pop and stretch. They kept stretching until her palms and fingers had grown twice their normal size.
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W-Why am I only thinking of giving hand jobs right… Oh Oh fuck! She grunted holding onto her bedside dresser, gritting her teeth as her lips grew even thicker. She felt the fabric straining in her jeans as her ass cheeks easily burst the seams wide open. It took only seconds before her pants ripped completely in half. Her thighs started to shake violently as the meat was forcing itself down into them.
Just like her hands, she watched, wide eyed, as her very thin legs stretched. The hot sweeps of warmth coursed around from her still thickening ass, into her vagina which popped furiously. Oh Fuck! O-Ooohhh yyyeeaaah! She screamed, slamming her right hand on the dresser top.
Her bottom lip was resting behind her upper front teeth as she felt the biggest camel toe grow in. Her underwear angrily sucked into the holes between the labia sections of her clitoris. It quickly turned into a giant mass, pushing through an even bigger hole, before ripping straight down to her now ballooning calves.
In the mirror she saw the tears that she felt earlier streaming from her aching cheekbones. They grew sharp and more prominent before her irises started to turn. They grew lighter green and then began to become blue.
She forced her eyes open, watching with horror as her once short hair began to grow even longer, before turning light gray and then bleached blonde. Her feet achingly shook; she stomped her left foot down, screaming even more.
She could see her flesh bubbling inside of her sock. Her foot stretched and stretched, even slower than her hands did. Each individual toe cracked, growing twice their size all at the same agonizing pace. Her right foot decided to play catch up, instantly snapping away from her legs.
Her calves were now ripping through the back of her jeans, exposing everything from the waist down. Her fingertips grew hot; with even worse horror, she saw the most beautiful set of French tipped nails forming until they too grew.