Growing Like a Weed

michelle remembered the summer she finally hit puberty. her breasts had begun budding nicely. it was an exciting time of wonder and awakening. michelle had begun noticing boys, and she hoped the boys would notice her. she fought her mother tooth and nail about getting a bikini that summer. her mother insisted that she get another one-piece, but michelle, even at that age, knew that she wanted to get the most out of her new feminine features.

her mother constantly worried about michelle being sunburned, even on overcast days. michelle realized that, although her mother always admonished her for exposing any of her young skin to the sun, her mother rarely heeded her own advice. her mother, although she was a doctor like her father, specialized in pre-natal care. her father worked in genetic disorders at the same hospital as her mother. though neither of them specialized in skin care, they were militant about their children's use of sunscreen. when she was younger, it seemed her mother was always chasing her around at the beach or at the swimming pool with an oversized white t-shirt. when puberty hit, michelle did not want to be kept under a big t-shirt anymore.

at the clothing store, her mother presented her with a barrage of one-piece bathing suits. like any[censored]on the cusp of the teenage years, michelle answered each suggestion with the vocabulary unique to the generation who knows everything -- "oh, please", "no way", "mother!" - each exclamation accompanied by its own tsk, sigh or roll of the eyes. as a last resort, her mother had gone through all of the two-piece suits, focusing completely on any model designed to hide the presence of or lack of a bosom. michelle returned the same reactions to the presentation of layers of lace, wide bandeaus and thick tube tops. now that her breasts were making their long awaited appearance, michelle was not about to shroud them in thick material.

finally, michelle's resistance paid off. after spending over an hour in the store, her mother very reluctantly gave in and allowed michelle to get a bikini, albeit one that fully covered her breasts.

michelle recalled the first time she and her friends went out to the beach. like all young girls whose hormones had begun to flow, they were looking for boys, although they would never admit to it. michelle loved the feel of the sun on her skin, and she especially liked wearing a bikini now that she was developing. some days, michelle and her friends got the attention that they were looking for. by the end of summer, the attention became almost guaranteed.

in private, michelle and her friends talked about boys -- boys they liked, boys they hated, boys on tv. in the sanctity of slumber parties they traded stories of their blossoming womanhood. michelle and each of her friends had their tales of getting their first period, and getting their first bra. the topic of their changing bodies was always a hot one, with some of the girls still wearing training bras and wanting true brassieres, and other girls ready for their second fitting. over the course of that sun-drenched summer, michelle gained the unique status of being the first one of her gang to need a third fitting.

three months of school vacation and three different bra sizes. when she had argued over the bikini top, she had only needed an a-cup, but at least it was a size. now, heading back into school, michelle's breasts had developed enough to require the support of a bonafide c-cup. each time she and her mother went to purchase a new bathing suit, the arguments grew uglier and uglier. michelle's mother began discouraging her attendance at the beach, or any of her friend's pool parties. it seemed her mother did not want her going out of doors at all now that she had breasts!

that summer ended, and as the weather for wearing bikinis faded, so did the tension between michelle and her parents.

finding herself to be the most developed girl at school, michelle adjusted to all the attention that she received. with the other girls, she dealt with the jealousy of her endowments, leading as far as accusations of wearing falsies. with the boys, the behavior ranged from ridiculously overt politeness to vaguely masked fear.

the next summer, michelle discovered that her swimsuit was not amongst the other seasonal clothing. somehow, it had disappeared. another round of feuding between michelle and her parents began. this time around michelle's parents tried to convince her that big hats were cool. like any self-respecting teenager, michelle decided that a big hat would be last thing found on her head. her mother resurrected her lecture series on sunscreen and the evils of skin damage. expecting nothing less, michelle had already worked out a plan. she had saved up enough money to get her own suit. the second phase of the plan was simple enough; leave the house in the one-piece her parents bought, then change at the beach or at a friend's.

a few weeks into summer, the plan began to unravel as michelle found that she was growing out of her top. she had remained a c-cup since the end of the last summer, and now her breasts appeared to be growing again. michelle tried living in denial until her days became a routine of constantly adjusting her bra or her swimsuit top. certainly, she wanted to show off a bit, but she did not want to be falling out of her suit all the time. for one weekend, michelle actually wore the suit her mother had bought her.

eventually, she had to tell her mother that she needed new bras. now she was a d-cup, and an incredible magnet for the guys at the beach. she could not, however, tell her parents that she had taken money out of her savings account just to buy another swimsuit. michelle suspected her parents knew that something was going on. they seemed to be becoming ultra-protective. anytime michelle stepped out of line, she was threatened with being grounded. in particular, she would not be allowed to go to the beach with her friends. she believed her parents were being protective of her outrageously feminine figure. michelle had the "talks" with her mother about boys, and how to handle herself with boys, or rather, how to put them off. oddly, her parents never objected to trips to the mall or to the movies, even though there were boys everywhere.

michelle began to feel terribly claustrophobic, as it seemed her parents were always finding things for her to do inside, when she wanted nothing more than to be outside. after another patently thorough twice-a-year physical at the family doctor's, with her folks out and about somewhere, she traded chores with her brother, michael, just to get outside for a few hours. her brother was more than happy to let her mow the lawn while he cleaned inside. michelle got her sun in the backyard, and michael got to keep an eye on the game in air-conditioned comfort. feeling so good that day, michelle even washed the other car. wearing the second bikini she had purchased with her own money, michelle kept one ear out for the sound of her returning parents. she finished in time to change clothes and join her brother on the couch before she heard the second car pull up.

what followed next resembled one of those typical, irrational teenagers vs. parents blow-out. although they were originally impressed with the job on the lawn and the car, when michelle's parents found out they had switched chores, all hell broke loose. her parents arguments were flimsy at best, and ultimately degenerated into "because we're the parents and you'll do what we tell you to!". looking back, this was suspiciously out of character for her normally intelligent and rational parents.

michelle and michael found themselves grounded for doing the best work they had ever done on their chores, and for the rest of the summer! if michelle only knew then what she knew now. michelle took small comfort in the fact although her latest swimsuit had become too small again, being she wouldn't need to buy another one.

michelle was amazed at how big her breasts had become. compared to any other girl of her height and weight, she easily had the largest breasts, and everybody knew it. alone, in her bedroom, michelle removed her t-shirt and assessed her situation. she might get some more time out of her supply of d-cup bras, as long as she didn't wear anything too tight. the tops of the cups were clearly pressing into the abundant flesh. even standing relaxed, the bra held her full breasts together so tightly that her cleavage looked like it would have a hard time parting the width of a playing card.

undoing the hooks, michelle gratefully inhaled deeply. fishing her arms out of the straps, michelle watched her breasts jiggle firmly in the mirror. pale triangles on her breasts contrasted sharply with the suntan she had cultivated that summer. within the triangles were her pale pink aureoles, a little bigger than a half-dollar. she recalled from the last slumber party that, out of all of her friends, they were the biggest. then again, with her breasts developing as much as they had, what did she expect?

after returning to school as a dd-cup, michelle discovered that she now preferred to downplay her healthy endowments. becoming more discerning in her taste in male companions, she found that she was less likely to show her body off. she knew she could get the attention when she wanted it. the next summer, out of a newly acquired sense of modesty, she bought her own one-piece bathing suit -- not that she would have that much of a chance to use it. her parents deemed it necessary for her to take on a summer job to learn the value of working for a living. her mother had found michelle a receptionist position in her department. her father worked just two floors above. michelle liked the job well enough. she made some good money without being on her feet all day like her friends who worked at the mall.

michelle finished high school, still working her summer's at the hospital. she headed off to college to begin a pre-med program, intending to follow in her parents footsteps. her parents had all but forbid her to go to ucla as they had. if her parents had their way, her choices were limited to staying in town, or attending a reputable university in the northern united states. having had enough of her parents trying to control her life, like anyone in the same situation, she opted to go away to school.

partway through her second semester, it was time to stop and smell the roses, and michelle went on her first spring break. despite her parents protestations, she took what she had saved working over the summer, and headed to sunny florida with a few of her new college friends, tina and amy.

truly looking forward to spending some time away from her studies and lying out in the sun, michelle shopped for a new bathing suit. both the academic atmosphere and the chilly climate of her campus had kept her incredible figure under wraps.

tina and amy had yet to choose anything to try on, but michelle knew exactly what she wanted. a few minutes later, michelle stepped out of the dressing room in classic royal blue bikini.

"holy shit, michelle!" amy said, turning to tina, "would you look at the boobs on her? where have you been hiding them?" michelle blushed slightly. it had been a while since she had been noticed for the size of her breasts. tina also blushed, surprised that she was surprised by the size of michelle's bust.

"if my mother knew that i was buying another bikini, she'd kill me," michelle related as she posed in front of the three-way mirror. "when i first developed, i swear, my parents wanted to quarantine me. if my mother had her way, it would be nothing but loose shirts, big sweatshirts, bulky sweaters...like i wear now!" a small bell rang in michelle's mind. "maybe that's why they sent me here. my folks knew that it would be cold, and i'd be wearing too many layers of clothes for everyone to see my boobs."

"you wear that suit, girl, and i guarantee everyone will come for miles around to see your boobs!" amy interjected.

"anyway," michelle continued, checking the coverage of the blue top, "i know how to handle myself. it's not like they just grew overnight."

"umm..." tina almost whispered, "how big are you?"

"double d, ever since the 9th grade," michelle said, matter of factly. "i won't give you some sob story about how tough it was having the biggest boobs in the whole school.."

"good!" amy deadpanned.

"...because i didn't have a problem with it. i tell you the worst of it was my folks. they wanted to hide my breasts, like they were in denial" michelle finished.

"was your mom big?" asked tina.

"no," answered michelle "she was certainly respectable, probably a c. actually, no one in my family has boobs like mine."

"my grandmother on my father's side was pretty big," tina said, "but, unfortunately i took after my mother." with that said she held out the tag reading "34b" on the suit she was holding.

amy stepped in. "luck of the draw. i did take after my father's side, and look" she said, waving her own "36b" tag. "my damn sister got my mom's big boobs. she also got her overbite, and had to wear braces for two years, with headgear!"

the first day in florida, the girls arrived too late to catch any sun. after unpacking, however, the rest of the night lay ahead of them. in the manner expected of beautiful young females, they hopped from bar to bar, rarely paying for anything.

the next day, it was time to hit the beach. again, amy expressed admiration for michelle's ample bosom. after devouring a light room service breakfast, the girls headed to the beach.

the sky was completely clear, the sun was blazing, and michelle was in heaven. not since high school, when she started working her summer job, had she been able to just lie out in the sun. still pretty hung over from the night before, the girls were content to lie in one spot for until lunch time.

walking up the beach towards the concession stands, the girls left a trail of guys craning their necks and turning their heads. overall, the focus was on michelle, with her slim figure, auburn hair and that incredible rack. tina, who was already pretty quiet, seemed even more withdrawn, intimidated by michelle's body. amy, in her usual fashion, overcompensated for tina's silence by taking verbal shots at the gawkers. becoming self-conscious from the attention, michelle felt like her suit top was ready to fall off. rather than walk down the beach constantly adjusting her bra, she put her wrap back on. the whistles and stares diminished a bit.

at the concession stand, michelle took a brief moment to check her suit top. glancing down at her chest, she found she had just caught her aureole from peeking out of her bra. pulling the material up slightly, she felt the bottom of the bra ride up onto her breasts. after a few more rounds of tug-of-war with her suit, michelle excused herself to the bathroom.

in the narrow confines of a stall, michelle rearranged her breasts in the blue material. she tried retying the straps a number of times, but ultimately she had to admit to herself that the top was too small. she was certain it had fit when she bought it. with the way her breasts overwhelmed the swim suit, one of the girls would have said something, she thought. perplexed, she closed her wrap around her and headed out.

after finishing their lunch in the shade of a large umbrella, the girls headed back down the beach to their spot. michelle was looking forward to lying down again. she was tiring of worrying about her nipples jiggling out of her top.

back at the hotel room, the girls talked and watched tv, each waiting their turn for the shower. michelle was second, right behind amy. in the shower, michelle examined her breasts, alternately convincing herself that either her breasts were bigger than they were last week, or that she was overly self-conscious. when she tried to get dressed, she knew her breasts were bigger. the flesh bulged out of the cups, her aureole half-mooning over the tops. her bra was not going to contain her bust, plain and simple. three times she checked the tag on her bra, and three times the tag read 34-dd.

holding a towel across her prominent bust, michelle stepped out of the bathroom to get another bra from her luggage.  thankfully, amy was preoccupied with getting herself ready for the evening, and failed to comment one way or the other on michelle's bountiful bosom.

back in the bathroom, michelle tried a second 34-dd bra with the same results. "one day in sunny florida, and suddenly my breasts grow?" michelle thought to herself. it sounded ridiculous. she quickly rationalized that her clothes must have shrunk last time she did laundry. she quickly squelched the memory that her bra had fit just the day before. tomorrow she would simply buy some new things. tonight, she could wear the black lycra stretch top. it was one of the only garments she would wear braless, as the material's strength and color helped to minimize the appearance of her endowments.

it was another night, and another round of bar-hopping. michelle was glad she had brought the stretch top. the tight material diminished the apparent size of her bust, and michelle felt like she might be seen as more than just a pair of tits. the black material helped disguise her phenomenal figure even further, and the finishing touch was an oversized button down shirt.

not being in the mood to dance, michelle stayed at the bar, even though it was more crowded than the dance floor. over the din of the pounding music and the surrounding crowd, michelle hit it off with steve, the guy sitting next to her. by coincidence, they attended the same university, but different colleges. as the night wore on, their conversation deepened, leading to another step in the courting ritual. just as steve's engineering curriculum had prevented them from crossing paths on campus, his flight home the next day would prevent them from meeting tomorrow night. nonetheless, steve offered his phone number, and michelle gladly took it. she was impressed that he hadn't tried to coerce her into a one-night stand.

back at the hotel, the girls discussed the different guys they had met. making plans for the next day, amy suggested they go to a topless beach. it may have been the alcohol talking, because they all agreed. "well, that takes care of my swimsuit problem, at least for a day," michelle thought.

the next morning, the sky was cloudy, and the weather forecast predicted some light drizzle. too cold to layout, michelle and tina went into town looking for a clothing store that sold more than just tourist t-shirts. michelle was grateful to find a specialty women's swimwear shop.

as usual, michelle selected two suits off the rack, one to fit her bottom and one that would fit her top. in the dressing room, she found the same problems she had on the beach and in the hotel bathroom. her breasts were not going to fit in a 34-dd top anymore. a little flushed, she walked out of the dressing room and headed to the lingerie department. tina had wandered off somewhere, which relieved michelle. she wasn't sure how she could explain this.

grabbing a 34-dd bra, and one with a tag reading 34-ddd/ee, michelle returned to the dressing room, but not before she turned back and scrounged for a lonely 34-eee/ff. with all of the evidence she had seen so far, michelle was willing to believe that her breasts had grown. maybe living in a colder climate and wearing so many layers had prevented her from noticing that her bras didn't lay well anymore. before that week, it seemed she hadn't worn a swimsuit in years.

turning to face her topless visage in the dressing room mirror, michelle tried to look at her breasts objectively. she wasn't much of an expert on breast size, but it had always been apparent to michelle that hers were bigger than most. she always had amy to remind her, should she forget.

taking the new 34-dd bra, michelle wrapped the band around her back, doing the four hooks in front before rotating the cups around to the front. before she had her second arm through the shoulder straps, she could tell that the cups were too small. how could she not have noticed that her breasts had gotten bigger? had all of her bras stretched out enough to compensate? it seemed possible, but unlikely. the swimsuit, however, was bought only a week ago, and she had grown out of it. looking at herself in the dressing room mirror, michelle convinced herself that she hadn't gained any noticeable amount of weight. it was also the wrong time of the month for any sort of radical water-retention, not that she'd ever seen such a degree of swelling before. the band size of the bra still fit, but the fact remained that her breasts were not going to fit in those cups.

to her relief, the eee/ff was loose. the ddd/ee was a better fit, but michelle filled every ounce of available space in the cups. she wondered how could she not have noticed her breasts growing? even when she was a rapidly developing teen, it took almost a month to change cup sizes.

leaving the dressing room, michelle replaced the 34-dd on the rack, but hesitated with the ff. "one more day here, how much more can you grow?" she asked herself, and dropped the ff. next, she found a blue swimsuit top in her new ddd size, and then found tina.

while digging through her purse at the check out, michelle caught tina eyes widening as they strayed across the tags on her purchases. michelle guessed that tina's shock was not due to the prices. michelle quickly fumbled for a lie. "i just want a little more coverage," she told her less-endowed friend. she knew all too well the different reactions of other women to her spectacular development.

the next morning, the weather was beautiful. it was 90 degrees with a slight breeze coming in from the coast. after breakfast, the girls drank a few beers and wine coolers to work up their nerve for the topless beach.

they walked onto the beach with their tops still on. the girls staked out a spot, slightly off the main walking path, and set out their gear. "well, this was my idea," amy said, "i guess i better set a good example." with that said, amy untied her top, revealing her half-tanned peach sized breasts. tina followed, giggling a little nervously. "come on michelle," amy teased, "show the goods! you've certainly got nothing to be ashamed about!" with a long breath, michelle reached behind her back and pulled the string on her new suit. the other girls tried to act natural, excepting amy, who broke the tension with her patented wisecracking. "well, now i'm invisible!" she joked, looking at michelle.

amy's good natured jokes continued to be pointed at michelle's boobs. "let me have the sunscreen before michelle uses it all trying to cover those damn breasts!" after the giggles died, amy turned to michelle, saying "don't worry, we'll get a bigger bottle tomorrow."

"don't you worry," she retorted to amy, "i'm laying on my stomach first. could you do my back please?"

michelle lay on her stomach, reading a book for the first hour. leaning forward on her elbows to keep her weight off her breasts, michelle tried to forget that she was topless.  she already got enough attention clothed. finally, she couldn't stay propped on her elbows anymore.

though she was originally nervous about being half naked, when the sun hit her previously unexposed skin, michelle realized she had never felt better in her life. she could feel the normally hidden pale skin drinking in the sunlight. in the bright light, she could easily see the veins, even on the tanned areas of her breasts. her nipples and aureole puffed up with the flow of blood. looking down, she realized that her nipples were actually erect! staring at them, michelle saw that they were still distending slowly, and her aureole continued to swell a bit more. she had never seen herself like this. her reverie was quickly broken by another of amy's wisecracks.

"hey, why don't you turn off the high-beams? the sun is out!" with that said, the other girls took note of michelle's state.

"quit picking on her boobs, would you?" injected tina. ignoring them all, michelle leaned back, hat over her face, and lay in worship of the sun, forgetting to put on any sunscreen. the conversation died out as the girls fell into sunshine and alcohol induced naps. michelle didn't sleep, but enjoyed an intense feeling of euphoria that seemed to be emanating from her breasts.

some time had passed, and tina broke the silence. "anyone up for a swim?" michelle reached up to remove her hat from her face, and found her right arm bumping into more breast than she had expected. she actually had to move her arm around the mass of breast. lifting the hat off, michelle was greeted by the vision of two enormous mounds of suntanned mammaries. her breasts had swollen to the size of volleyballs, and the firm flesh reached out to the sunlight.

her nipples still stood stiff, and were now half an inch longer than michelle ever remembered. supporting her erect nipples, her aureole had swollen to the size of  two halves of an orange.

gathering her thoughts, michelle could see and feel that her breasts had been growing. she was stunned by the phenomenon, but also soothed by the feeling within her enlarging breasts. michelle could not even gauge what size she might be, but she knew that it was much larger than the f-cup size she needed only an hour ago. although she was lying down, her breasts appeared to be growing straight up to the sky. lightly squeezing her right breast, michelle was pleasantly surprised to feel the youthful firmness that her distending breasts possessed.

"hey michelle, how about...uhh..." was as far as tina got, her mouth wide open at the sight of michelle's swollen mounds.

intellectually, michelle understood that her breasts should not be growing so quickly. in, fact they shouldn't be growing at all! the sun, however felt so good on the skin of her swelling mammaries, that a part of her knew that this was perfectly natural. as she focused on the sensation of her breasts slowly expanding, everything fell into place.

her mother's concern for keeping every inch of her bosom covered. her parent's efforts at keeping her indoors. her bosom's summertime growth spurts. her breasts would grow when exposed to sunlight!

michelle noticed that a small crowd of people had gathered around the spectacle of her mammoth mammaries. women trying not to look, men trying not to look like they were looking. looking past her breasts, now each the size of a football helmet, michelle saw that the rising noise level finally woke amy. her friend looked about in a daze, until she noticed the monstrous breasts beginning to eclipse michelle's torso.

michelle snapped her out of it. she knew she needed to get her breasts out of the sun, or they would keep growing larger and larger. she was already feeling pinned down by the sheer volume of her tits, but, like the crowd gathered around her and her friends, michelle was entranced by the sight of the gigantic breasts, overwhelming on her slender frame. she had to get off the beach.

fighting the mass of her bloating bosom, michelle stood up, wrapping her thin arms around her immense, tan, expanding breasts. although originally out of modesty, michelle found that she needed to corral her incredible bosom, as maneuvering with her breasts swollen almost to the size of basketballs was not an easy thing. thankfully, her friends were sharp enough to realize that they needed to leave as soon as possible. a woman's breasts more than doubling in size in half an hour attracts all sorts of unwanted attention.

michelle's hands could hardly cover her distended nipples. once upon a time, an entire breast fit into her hand, now she was cupping her aureole -- barely. on a topless beach, what was the point anyway? even though she had never felt better in her life, michelle knew that she needed to stop her breasts from getting any bigger.

tina threw her beach towel around michelle's shoulders, and michelle fought the urge to throw it off again. a part of her still wanted to stay in the sunlight. the girls hastily gathered up their gear, and with michelle staggering under the weight of her astounding attributes, they all headed back to the hotel as discreetly as possible.

michelle sat alone on a bed in the hotel room, blinds drawn, and her tremendous bosom still covered by the beach towel. after she convinced amy and tina that she had stopped growing, that she was fine and that she didn't want to see a doctor, her friends had graciously offered to go out and find some clothes that would fit her inflated mammaries.

michelle needed to gather her thoughts. she lay on her back, hands behind her head, and the sides of her overdeveloped breasts widened to just touch the blanket. in this position, with her enlarged mammaries spread out as much as possible, the mounds of flesh still added over half a foot of padding on top of her ribcage, not including the swell of her aureole and nipples. when she shifted her position, her nipples wobbled slowly and heavily at the ends of her enormous boobs. michelle remembered how when she was at the beach, her breasts reached straight up to the sun. she couldn't explain why, but michelle now knew for certain that exposing her breasts to sunlight would make them grow. retracing the events of her life since her breasts first appeared as tiny buds of flesh on her chest, michelle was convinced that her parents knew...it still sounded so ridiculous! the facts, nonetheless, added up. somehow, her parents had always known that her breast growth was stimulated by sunlight. why didn't they tell her? if nothing else, she might not be sitting in a hotel room wondering if she was somehow related to a plant more than her brother.

tina and amy returned with a small assortment of clothes, and some take-out chinese for michelle. "i hope you like these," amy began, "we'll just go casual tonight. i didn't think you'd want us spending a lot of money on clothes that might not fit you after tonight."

"really, i'm not going to get any bigger" replied a frazzled michelle.

"i'm sorry michelle" amy returned. "i'm still convinced that you're just retaining water, or that this is something temporary." she paused a moment. "i was trying to say that you'll get back to your old size."

"thanks, but i've never had problems with water retention before, and i told you, it's nowhere near that time of the month." it was the last night of their vacation. eventually, michelle realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of the vacation -- or the rest of her life -- hiding. she had always had big boobs, it seemed, and now they were simply bigger. well, a lot bigger. "my breasts are fucking huge!" michelle exclaimed to no one. sorting through the clothes her friends had procured, michelle donned a tight stretchy top under a big blousy sweatshirt. she wasn't dressed to the nines, but at least her massive mammaries weren't so apparent.

walking down the strip with amy and tina, feeling pretty buzzed from their frequent pit stops, michelle was not the least bit surprised when amy stopped in front of a bar advertising a wet t-shirt contest. "do i have to say anything?" amy deadpanned.

without a word, michelle walked into the bar. when amy and tina caught up to her, michelle had the attention of a bartender. she had already ordered two rounds of shots, and pointed to amy saying "she's buying." the three did the first round while the bartender signed michelle up. they were just in time. as the emcee commenced his patter on the stage, michelle was changing into the bar's t-shirt under her oversized sweatshirt. handing the stretch top to tina, michelle downed the second shot, and headed to the stage.

the age-old ritual of spraying the contestants had begun, and michelle kept her sweatshirt on until she was directly approached. sizing up the competition, she could tell that some, if not most of the girls were professional dancers. out of that bunch, a healthy proportion had obvious boob jobs. she wondered how much the guy with the spray gun had tipped the emcee to get the privilege. michelle removed her sweatshirt to thunderous noise unlike any ever heard within the confines of that hormone infested bar. even the water boy was momentarily stunned by the sight before him. luckily, at the crowd's behest, he quickly recovered.

michelle could hear little else above the cries of "take it off!" the other contestants did their best to distract the attention of the audience away from michelle's ponderous pontoons, only thinly disguised by the wet material clinging to them. shaking her shoulders even slightly would send the mostly male crowd into a frenzy. michelle graciously accepted the rabid fascination, and was thankful for the row of bouncers standing cross-armed in front of the stage, even though they couldn't help but occasionally  turn to take in the spectacle.

michelle got into the swing of the contest. she straightened her posture, thrusting her chest out at the crowd. she squeezed her huge lobes of flesh together, leaning forward so everyone could see the cleavage it created. she swayed from side to side, watching as the guys drank in her every move.

although they had been explicitly warned by the emcee not show any nipple, the other girls had begun tearing their t-shirts and flashing the crowd to try to get the audience's attention. the men only had eyes for michelle. michelle began to roll up the bottom of the soaked t-shirt, the rounded bottoms of her massive breasts exposed almost to her nipples. the crowd cheered this new development, entranced by the enormous twin expanses of bulbous flesh protruding from michelle's feminine frame. fearing a riot might ensue if things went any further, the emcee ended the contest.

it was no contest. despite her amateur status, michelle's natural beauty, sweet charm and gigantic breasts triumphed over the silicone sisters. the thousand dollars michelle pocketed would help her buy new clothes when she got home. after the contest, a number of guys had tried to follow the girls, and michelle was truly happy when their cab finally pulled away from the bar. if only last week someone had told michelle her future, she never would have believed them. it was a good thing that the girls had to fly home early the next day.

back at school, the northern climate once again made it easy to disguise her outlandish shape. while returning to her usual routine, michelle decided to study the phenomenon of her breasts. first things first, michelle decided that her breasts would not be exposed to light if she could at all help it. after measuring herself under her shirt, she mail-ordered some custom-sized bras. they were minimizer bras to be exact. all too well she understood the attention that enormous breasts attracted.

also, michelle had contacted steve again after returning from spring break, and they met a few times here and there on campus. eventually, a relationship blossomed. like most adults, the relationship developed sexually as well. steve, ever the gentleman, never commented on the astounding size of michelle's breasts until, on their first official date, she directly asked him. "didn't you notice my boobs when we met in florida?" she asked, knowing full well that she 'sprouted' the day after they met.

"i'll be honest," steve began. "spring break is a huge meat market. i tried to check you out at the bar, but it was so crowded, i really couldn't see anything. i think you wore black under some other big shirt, and then we both were drinking..."

"so you expect me to believe that you didn't notice the size of my chest?" gesturing at the prominent shelf of flesh under her sweater. she was having a hard time holding up the joke.

"i won't lie to you. i love women's breasts. hey, i'm a breast man. there i've said it. but i swear to you, i can't believe you could have hidden them that well." he paused, trying to gauge a reaction from michelle. "i did not hit on you because of your boobs. i had no idea they were so..."

"huge. enormous. gigantic," she finished for him. he nodded uncomfortably in silent agreement. "well, i've got a confession. i wasn't this big when you met me."

"you've had implants? i thought it took weeks to heal from..."

she interrupted him again. "no, these are real."

silence.

"those are real?" he caught himself and quickly fumbled for an apology.

"no don't worry about it. i can't blame you for thinking that. i can't explain it right now, but i've had some sort of growth spurt." she had wanted to get the issue of her obvious change out into the open, but she hoped steve wouldn't have too many questions that she didn't want to answer just yet. "i was always pretty big -- i was a double d when we met -- and something made them grow again."

"something hormonal?" steve ventured.

"probably," michelle replied, thinking of a way to get off the subject now that the ice had been broken.

"well," steve said with a sigh, "i'd still like to be with you, even if your boobs are huge. enormous. gigantic."

 it was the perfect thing to say. the relationship bloomed. steve accepted michelle's 'shyness', as michelle never disrobed under anything stronger than candlelight. although steve quite obviously enjoyed michelle's amazing breasts, their relationship was built on more than sexual attraction.

time went on, and they both continued their studies. michelle read up on plant biology, and began to apply what she learned to her own situation. making some microscope slides from samples of her breast tissue and skin, she saw how her cells were more like plant cells. like plant cells, her cells contained the mechanisms for photosynthesis, but with a remarkable difference (as if her breasts weren't remarkable enough in the first place): the components weren't green. the cells also featured the extra cell wall that was absent in animal cells. the extra cell wall allows plants cells to trap water, which in turn makes a watered plant firm, and an under watered plant limp. michelle decided to try an experiment.

under her sweater, michelle measured her bust. she also felt, massaged and squeezed every inch of her oversized udders, all in the name of science. she wrote down general observations about the feel of her breasts. next, she filled a 12 ounce glass with water, and after noting the time, promptly drank it down. over the course of a few minutes, michelle managed to swallow three more glasses of water before her body began to say no. as she walked around uncomfortably, she could hear the water sloshing in her stomach. eventually the swollen feeling in her stomach subsided.

twenty minutes after drinking the first glass, michelle measured herself again. her breasts had swelled another half inch. as half an inch didn't amount to much compared to the size of her bust, michelle waited another half hour. now an hour since she drank the first glass, her breasts had bloated three inches beyond her usual size. michelle's titanic tits had also become surprisingly firm for their size. as she hefted the bottom of her right breast, a pressure from within the mighty lobe fought back against her fingers.

in just another hour, michelle was glad that she had stopped at four glasses of water. as far as she could tell, all 48 ounces of water were now swelling her already outsized mammaries. the volume of her breasts had grown another two or three inches, and the increase in weight and firmness was striking. her breasts had become more conical, protruding almost straight out from her ribcage.

by the next morning, her breasts had returned to their original softness, shape and size. michelle had also made three or four trips to the bathroom to finally let the liquid out of her system.

after a month of keeping her breasts almost completely hidden from any light, michelle determined that her breasts had actually become a little smaller. the change might have been ordinary weight loss, and it may not be noticeable to the untrained eye, but michelle was glad to see that she could reverse some of the incredible growth from spring break. regardless, she was still too big to wear anything but custom made bras. she felt that she understood her unique breasts, but she didn't know why her breasts did what they did.

between semesters, michelle returned home for a visit. she was almost certain her parents were hiding something from her. she wanted to simply ask her parents outright, but first she wanted to check something out. on the way to her parents', she stopped by the hospital where they both worked. she headed straight for the research floor, where she would find her father's office in the genetic disorders department. she had timed it perfectly so that he had just left for lunch. as his daughter, she had no problem being let in to his office under the pretense of waiting for his return.

with the door closed behind her, she began skimming through the file cabinets. the files were easy to sort through, as her father's system of filing felt natural to her. eventually, she found a file with her own name on it.

her heartbeat increased and her hands grew sweaty as she held the unopened file. the cover of the file had a label that read 'controlled dna mutation'. within the file, she found records from all of her ridiculously thorough twice a year physicals and a small dossier on 'test subject 3z-736'. the second line of the dossier listed her name. the dossier gave a brief synopsis of the research department's genetic engineering program, explaining how they had begun cataloging the results of small changes in human dna. human eggs were being manipulated, inseminated and placed into a host. scanning down the page, she found her mother was the host and egg donor, and her father was definitely her father.

turning pages dating back to the year of her birth, michelle found that initially they had no idea what effects the changes might have on her. she was a guinea pig! some case notes from her 10th year featured a highlighted passage: suspicion that mammary glands and surrounding tissue are photosynthetic. the next year's summary indicated the same thing, urging closer observation. in the case notes of her 12th year, she found the following sentences highlighted in bright pink:

subject has developed means of photosynthesis in mammary glands. onset of puberty may enhance photosynthetic ability possibly resulting in tissue growth. growth may be localized. rate of growth increases with intensity of light -- further observation required.

michelle had found her confirmation. next she had to face her parents.

michelle left her father's office and headed for her parents' house. she let herself in, and changed into a plain white t-shirt that clearly displayed her massive breasts. eventually, the clock moved towards 5:30, and michelle knew her parents would be home soon.

her mother walked in first and, seeing michelle's now ultra-busty figure, stopped dead in the doorway. her father came up behind her mother, bumping into her. he looked over his wife's shoulder and his jaw dropped. "i think there's something you'd like to tell me, isn't there?" michelle opened.

they told her everything that she already knew.

there was no denying the fact that steve was a dyed-in-the-wool breast man. he never tired of caressing, kissing, sucking, licking, squeezing and playing with michelle's magnificent mammaries. michelle never grew tired of his attention. it was steve's birthday, and michelle felt the time was right to expose steve to some of the more fantastic aspects of her breasts.

at michelle's place, after a nice dinner that she cooked, she steered the conversation towards steve's birthday surprise. "steve, i need you to be completely honest with me. how do you feel about women's breasts?"

with an almost exasperated look, he answered "michelle, you know that i love you and your absolutely incredible breasts. no one has breasts like yours."

"don't i know that," she thought to herself. "steve this isn't some lame attempt to beg for compliments, this is actually a serious question. i want to know what about breasts, and not just my breasts, turns you on."

steve thought for a moment. "could you be more specific?" he asked.

"o.k., sure" michelle returned. "i feel pretty sure that bigger is better where you're concerned" she said, chuckling slightly.

"actually, that depends on the texture" he retorted.

"really?" michelle mused. "quantity over quality. do you like them firmer or softer?" she asked.

"well, variety is the spice of life. sometimes it's nice to wrap a pair of really soft breasts around my face, and sometimes i like to feel the bounce of a really firm pair" he responded. "there can be such a thing as too soft, though. i knew a girl who had lost a tremendous amount of weight, and her breasts were almost nothing but skin. they kind of turned me off, honestly." michelle listened attentively. "i also dated a girl with implants. they really felt great -- to me that is. i'm don't think she could feel much of anything. i don't know if she was like that before getting them done, but she didn't react to any sort of...you know, anything."

"so, what you're saying is that the erogenous reaction of the woman to breast play is important, too?" michelle questioned.

"very important. that's why i love having sex with you. not just because you have big boobs." he took her hands, and continued. "no matter how big or how small your boobs are, i love you, and i love the way you react to me in bed. your responsiveness is a real turn on."

"all right then," michelle resumed her questioning, "assuming that the breasts in question were as sensitive as mine, would you prefer soft floppy tits or boobs you can bounce a quarter off of?"

after a pause, exhibiting a look reminiscent of a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, steve realized that he was not getting out of this. finally, he cleared his throat, saying "as long as we're being blunt, let me say that if i were allowed to be governed entirely by my dick, i'd go for the firmer breasts."

"check. what about bigger boobs?" michelle asked.

"honey, you know i thank the lucky stars every time we're in bed together. your breasts are the most incredible i've ever seen, let alone been allowed to touch. you know you have the biggest breasts either of us has seen. i can't believe you're feeling inadequate..."

michelle interrupted "steve, this isn't about me, this is about you. i really want to know how your mind works. what if i had bigger boobs?"

"i can't believe you'd want bigger boobs. what are you talking about..."

"just bear with me, please," she asked. "in your wildest dreams, if my breasts were bigger and firmer, would it turn you on?"

"as opposed to what?" he begged.

"would you be turned on more than usual if my breasts were bigger and firmer than they are now?" she asked.

"as big as you are, you're not talking about getting implants..."

"steve!" she yelled over him. "would you just answer as honestly as possible...and your honesty will not go unrewarded. just imagine that i could make my breasts grow if you wanted me to. it's your birthday -- make a wish!"

"that would be a neat trick that i would pay dearly to see" steve said, grinning. "what guy wouldn't want to be buried in between the biggest boobs in the world?"

"thanks for being so honest, honey" michelle said, giving steve a hug. she lingered a little extra, slowly pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. "i'll do the dishes, you just relax -- it's your birthday."

alone in the kitchen, she grabbed the hose from the side of the sink. turning the water on, michelle drank and drank until she was running out of breath. she paused a moment, and began gulping the water again until her stomach began to hurt from the pressure. reaching behind her back, michelle unclasped her bra in expectation of the swelling that was to come. after dispensing with her bra, she busied herself doing the dishes and cleaning the countertop while she waited for her breasts to absorb the water from her system.

slowly and steadily, the front of michelle's shirt had filled out as her already monstrous melons filled up. as their firmness increased, michelle's mammaries lifted higher on her  frame. within half an hour, her breasts distended from her chest like two halves of a watermelon. the increase in their weight was noticeable to michelle, who found herself pitching forward a bit when she wasn't paying attention. reaching under her shirt, michelle's hand caressed one enormous, firm breast. swollen with the water she ingested, the skin was stretched smooth around the lavish flesh. her breasts felt firm, to say the least. the texture was as though she was wearing a tight stretch top, even though she wasn't.  as she ran her hands along the bottoms of her tremendous swollen boobs, her nipples made their presence known, poking up into the material.

literally feeling out her situation, as best she could, michelle squeezed one titanic breast, bracing for some pain. surprisingly, everything felt as it should. the bloating made no apparent difference, other than the size and firmness of her already immense endowments. it was time for steve's private birthday party to begin.

michelle left the kitchen, trying to walk naturally with her breasts protruding almost to the ends of her reach. now that the water she had swallowed dispersed from her stomach up into her chest, her center of gravity had moved higher and further in front. she stopped at the doorway into the living room where an unsuspecting steve was channel surfing. just out of the doorway and out of sight, michelle stopped with her back against the wall separating the two rooms.

"steve, honey..." michelle called out.

"yeah?" came the innocent reply.

"could you come in here and help me with this?" michelle added, a smile breaking out in anticipation of steve's reaction.

"coming dear."

"not so fast" michelle giggled to herself. hearing steve's footsteps, she turned and stood in the door way in profile, her gigantic bust filling the width of most of the frame. the footsteps stopped. as michelle had hoped, the enlargement of her breasts was obvious enough to stop steve in his tracks.

michelle turned her head towards steve, finding him with his mouth open, staring at her outsized breasts. she turned the rest of herself to face the birthday boy, reaching out for his hands. her protuberant pontoons pressed into steve's chest before she could take his hands in hers and place them on the sides of her monumental endowments.

steve was dumbfounded. he was also quite erect within the confines of his jeans. his senses told him that his hands were resting on what were normally the largest breasts he had ever seen, now swollen even larger. his hands began to move over the t-shirt covered armload of flesh, and he finally spoke. "michelle..."

"don't even ask" she promptly cut him off. "this is my birthday present to you."

as his hands continued to move over michelle's giant globes, he found that she wasn't wearing a bra. moving his hands to the ends of the massive protrusions, he found her nipples. pausing a moment, his open hands encompassing her large aureole, he felt her nipples begin to stiffen.

next steve slid his hands under the rather stressed t-shirt, roaming the contours of michelle's incredible bosom. normally, steve thought, michelle was already huge by most standards, but what had she done to cause her breasts to swell up to such an extent? a number of questions were running through his mind, but michelle's body language compelled him to keep his mouth shut.

michelle rolled her t-shirt up, revealing her substantial bullet-shaped bosom. in their swollen state, they projected almost straight out from her chest. as she pulled her shirt over her head, steve took the opportunity to dive into her considerable cleavage. michelle trapped his head between her breasts and began backing into the bedroom.

once in the bedroom, steve explored every inch of michelle's firm bosom flesh. once with his hands as he and michelle kissed, and a second time with his mouth as their hands roamed each other's bodies. after some short, passionate foreplay, michelle and steve were both ready to move on.

steve sat up with his back against the headboard, as michelle prepared to straddle him. as she slid onto his organ, the space between her and steve was crowded with her distended breasts. steve and michelle leaned in towards each other, and michelle's breasts parted to either side of steve encompassing his entire torso, her nipples buffeting the headboard.

michelle corralled her bulging breasts, pressing them together and into steve. the sensation of so much full, firm breast coupled with michelle's pelvic maneuvering quickly pushed steve to the most intense orgasm he had experienced in his life. steve's orgasm triggered michelle's as she squeezed steve into her immense bosom.

after their breathing began to return to normal, michelle and steve slowly released their grip on each other. "my god, michelle," steve stammered, "i didn't want to stop, but i couldn't hold on. it was too intense."

steve's reaction to her fluid-swollen mammaries was priceless. turning steve on was the most powerful aphrodisiac michelle had ever found. michelle knew that a pair of big boobs always turns heads, but the gawk of a stranger pales in comparison to making love intimately.

"so what...what did you do?" steve asked, his penis softening inside of michelle, fondling one heavy breast.

"it's a long story," michelle began, "but i've wanted to tell you for a while." she finally explained her water trick to steve. still feeling that her status as a dna test subject was too weird to share, she saved some of the other details of her unique biology for a later date.

every few weeks, michelle treated steve to her 'water retention' trick. one night, michelle worried that she had gone too far.

high on the rush of arousing steve to the point of distraction, michelle wanted to push further than usual. after drinking almost two gallons of water while waiting for steve to come over, michelle put a full pitcher of water near the candle on her bedside table, and four full glasses next to that. she had learned to time the bloating of her breasts with the beginning of their lovemaking. when her breasts absorbed the water, her stomach was empty again. that evening, sitting on the candlelit bed, with steve standing in front of her, drowning his erect member with her swollen mammaries, michelle reached over and drank two glasses of water. steve understood the ramifications of her actions, and stopped tit-fucking her out of fear that he would climax just from the thought of michelle's breasts getting even bigger.

"why did you stop?" michelle asked.

with michelle, steve had learned to say exactly what was on his mind. "the very idea that you're going to get even bigger...right before my eyes...i mean you're already huge to begin with, and then you do the water thing that makes you even bigger, which as you know, drives me crazy," he started speaking as quickly as his heart was beating, "and now you're going even further..." while he continued stammering, michelle pushed her breasts together to swallow steve's penis again. "please, wait" he said, withdrawing from her cavernous cleavage. "let's slow down, or start over. i'm just about ready to lose it here. this is a dream come true, and i don't want it to end prematurely, if you know what i mean."

she playfully leaned forward slightly, her nipples contacting his hipbones. "this usually takes a few minutes, but maybe i can speed it up a little." with that, michelle downed the water in the pitcher. "while we're waiting, i'll try not to arouse you...too much. why don't you lie down and i'll give you a massage?" steve took another look at her already bulging breasts and quickly obliged.

enlarged as her breasts were, michelle couldn't give steve a back rub without resting her overblown udders on his back. that was fine with both of them, as steve wanted to feel her breasts dragging on his back, and michelle wanted to do the same. she began moving the mighty weight of her mammaries down the length of his body, the mass of her bulbous bosom smothering the width of his frame. moving up his back, michelle moved side to side on his shoulders, and then swallowed his head within her breast flesh. steve used his hands to press her astounding breasts together. after a few moments, the increased weight of her breasts made it hard to hold the position. she separated her breasts enough so steve could hear her whisper "they're starting to grow."

steve crawled out from underneath michelle and her mighty mammaries. in the candlelight, he looked at the fleshtone watermelons that hid most of michelle's body. michelle kneeled on the bed, her swollen boobs reaching out to the ends of her knees without touching her legs. steve placed a hand on both breasts, and the two sat in silence for a moment. they could both feel the skin of michelle's boobs start to tighten slightly. "wow," steve breathed.

"just wait" michelle warned, reaching for the remaining glasses of water. she delighted in the fact that steve had never seen her breasts swell before. she had always surprised him after the fact. ever since his birthday that year, every few weeks steve might come over to take her out and find her lying on the couch, her face blocked by the expanse of her waterlogged breasts. she once sent him out to get beer, and he returned just in time to see the buttons burst on the shirt she was wearing. now, he could watch her grow larger than she had ever been.

"honey, i know you don't want to miss this. could you hurry and fill this pitcher again?" steve ran to the bathroom, threw open the valve in the tub, and returned in seconds. michelle began drinking from the pitcher, only able to finish half. while she was drinking, steve continued fondling her expanding boobs. with the pitcher safely back on the table, he moved his mouth onto one of michelle's nipples. he used both hands to caress one giant breast as he traced circles on her aureole with his tongue. michelle leaned back on the head board, reveling in the sensations of steve's mouth and hands on her swelling mammaries.

in steve's hands, michelle's immense breast perceptibly grew larger and larger. he pressed them both together, and eventually michelle's breasts pushed back.

a few minutes later, her breasts had become so enormous, michelle could not hold herself up. if they were soft and floppy, they could hang down onto her legs and the bed. instead, her curious biology caused her breasts to swell up evenly, and they extended out from her chest, growing proportionately in all directions. her boobs expanded at their bases, her cleavage extended, and both breasts grew wider and wider. while steve continued orally worshipping her mammary monument, gravity forced michelle to lean forward, until her breasts were big enough to rest on her legs.

she slid down onto her back, trying to get into a comfortable position. the immense weight on her chest quickly hampered her breathing. even lying down, her breasts were too firm to spread apart completely. michelle found her nipples were now almost an arm's length away. reaching her arms along the curves of her over swollen breasts, michelle just tickled the edge of her stretched-out aureole. with some effort she could cover nipples with her hands. the bases of her breasts had expanded to her sides, almost to her back. lying on the bed, her stupendous bosom was more than twice as wide as her ribcage.

steve was used to michelle's big boobs, hell, her enormous boobs. he was even used to the way her breasts filled out with her fluid firming trick, but this...before him on the bed, michelle was weighed down by her gigantic, gumdrop-shaped breasts, already swollen to capacity, and still growing.

"honey, are you okay?" he asked.

"i may have gone a little overboard," she said, hugging her unbelievable breasts, "but i'll be all right. don't worry, i'm not going to burst. that must have been over four gallons of water i drank. i will need to go to the bathroom eventually, and i just may need your help getting off this bed. but let's worry about that later." she beckoned steve with her finger.

steve crawled in between michelle's legs, spending a few moments kissing her inner thighs. looking up to michelle's face, he could only see the voluminous flesh of her burgeoning bosom, ponderously resting on her chest. he kneeled up enough to see over the twin monoliths, and michelle smiled and reached out to him. steve took her hand and she pulled him down on top of her endless bosom. steve held michelle's gigantic dirigibles together as he penetrated her. next he relaxed his grip, sinking into michelle's cleavage.

michelle's breasts had grown so large and firm, that steve was having trouble positioning his arms. if he held his arms inside michelle's cleavage, he would crush her diaphragm. in a few moments, steve was again hugging her overblown breasts together as the two slowly pleasured each other. in that quietly intense moment of lovemaking, steve suspected he could feel michelle's breasts still slowly expanding.

"are you still growing?" he asked michelle.

"it feels like it" she answered huskily. "just a little more, i think. now it's starting to feel like i could burst!" steve now held his arms out straight, hands on the bed, and michelle's bloating breasts were still crushed between them.

next, with great effort, michelle and steve rolled over together, and steve felt the added weight of michelle's outrageously swollen breasts surround him. michelle couldn't sit up, but she could rest her own weight on top of her massive bosom, which was resting on top of steve. it was yet another dream come true for steve. he was completely engulfed by michelle's femininity. after holding out as long as possible, they headed towards a mutual climax as steve relished the sensation of being buried under michelle's breasts.

"steve, honey," michelle said, breaking his reverie, "i don't want to ruin the mood, but i need to get to the bathroom like i never have before, if you know what i'm saying." steve wrestled his way out from underneath her titanic tits. michelle lay on her own bloated bosom, futiley trying to lift herself up. "this is killing my back. you've got to help me up" she pleaded.

on her hands and knees, michelle's huge breasts filled all of the space between her ribs and the bed. briefly letting her weight lay on her gargantuan lobes of flesh, michelle's bosom spread out, exceeding her width by over a foot on each side. "we better make this fast" michelle implored.

michelle had gotten her feet on the floor with her prodigious breasts still resting on the bed, two giant egg-shaped mounds of flesh. michelle slid her arms under her inflated mammaries. steve moved behind her, reaching around her waist and grasping her elbows. "ready?" michelle said. "now!" with a grunt, michelle and steve hoisted michelle's unnaturally cantilevered body upright. "let's go" michelle prompted.

negotiating the bathroom door would be tricky. steve gauged that michelle could still fit through, but it would be a close fit. the real problem was the excess weight of her breasts. without steve's help, michelle found herself bending towards the floor. steve moved his hands to support michelle's forearms as they literally squeezed her bloated behemoths through the doorway. they turned together, and steve stepped aside, allowing michelle to drop onto the seat. "thanks honey" michelle said to steve. "i'll be a while. hell, i'll probably spend most of the night in here!"

"thank you michelle" steve replied, taking in the dimly lit spectacle of the seated michelle with her breasts grown so large that they overflowed her lap. "that was the most incredible..."

"honey," michelle interrupted, turning the tap on the nearby sink, "a little privacy?" steve took the hint, closing the door behind him and returning to the bedroom to change the sheets. after a few minutes, steve heard the water stop running. he knocked on the bathroom door. "honey," he called out, "are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine" she returned. "i'm going to be in here a while. i'm not even going to bother trying to get up until these things are down to a more manageable size. could you get me that book on the nightstand?"

steve returned with the book, again marveling at the incredible size of michelle's breasts. after some talk about the night's events, michelle sent steve to bed.

after an hour, steve was awoken by the mass of one of michelle's still swollen breasts bouncing into him. opening one eye, it appeared that michelle's bosom was somewhat reduced. she was still enormous, but smaller than when he'd last seen her. seeing he was awake, michelle whispered "at least i can stand up now." in a few minutes, the two fell asleep. for michelle, however, sleep was only temporary. the water she had drank was passing through her system and would not wait until morning. every half hour, after barely drifting off, michelle's bladder insistently woke her. as the first hint of blue touched the sky, michelle's breasts were finally back to their usual soft selves, but she was lamenting her lack of sleep. thankfully, neither of them had classes the next morning.

exhausted from staying awake almost twenty four hours, michelle was rewarded with the sleep of the dead. eventually, steve awoke to the sound of the neighbors heading out for the day and to the sight of the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. he turned to admire michelle sleeping naked. she lay on her back, with her breasts returned to what she and steve would call normal. steve thanked his lucky stars that michelle's breasts were still absolutely incredible by any standard. this was his first chance to admire michelle's naked body in the daylight. she always insisted on making love by candlelight, if not in the dark. she even showered by candlelight, he mused, turning on the lights only after she was dressed.

steve got dressed, planning to run errands while michelle slept. he wanted to come up with something special for michelle after what she had done the night before. grabbing his keys, he left michelle sleeping peacefully in the bright sunlight...

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