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Contains: Breast Expansion, Giantess
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Goddesses’ Bet
VI
Haley hid in the library. If anyone accused her of hiding, she would vehemently deny it, but that was exactly what she was doing. Gripping a book with one hand, her eyes followed the words on the page. Some part of her brain converted the letters into words, but she’d stopped actually reading… again. Silently rebuking herself, Haley forced her other hand back onto the book, starting the page over. After a few lines, however, her hand drifted back to her chest.
The autumn chill was in full effect, and Haley wore one of her favorite sweaters. Pale blue and cable-knit, it had once been almost baggy. Now, the sweater stood out from her chest, projected forward by a substantial pair of breasts. They’d gotten so big that Haley couldn’t even read without seeing two round hills of pale blue wool in the lower half of her vision. Her hand drifted slowly upward, gently squeezing the new, unfamiliar flesh beneath her sweater. The breast in her hand was springy and firm, distorting effortlessly in her grip, then bouncing back to a perfectly round shape when she released it.
Haley let out a soft, frustrated sound, moving her hand from her breast back to the book and starting the page over yet again. She really needed to get this distraction under control. It wasn’t as bad when she was doing homework or assigned reading for class. Deadlines made it easier to stay focused on the material instead of groping herself. But she was caught up on all her assignments. The only classwork she had still pending was a group project, and she’d already done as much as she could until the rest of the group did their respective parts.
So, she was reading a novel. Or trying to—between daydreams about her breasts. It was a fantasy romance, which wasn’t helping. She hadn’t even gotten to the spicy part of the book, but every time the love interests shared playful banter or not-so-innocent little touches, Haley thought about Mark and started feeling herself up.
She now wore a G-cup bra. After being so flat she didn’t need a bra, she’d grown to 32G in just over two months. As her eyes followed the letters on the page, she replayed her most recent conversation with the lady at the clothing boutique.
“Thirty-nine inches. Just a hair over, in fact. That means you’re up to a G-cup now.”
“Really?” Haley asked. She was overwhelmed and a little scared, but the only emotion in her tone was excitement.
“Yep!” The woman said. “And with your band size, there’s not a lot we have in stock. If you get much bigger, we’ll have to start custom ordering them for you.”
The memory sent a fresh thrill down Haley’s spine. She squeezed her breast a little harder, silently praising them. That’s it, girls, she thought, keep growing nice and big so Mark will finally notice me…
“Hi…” Kennedy’s voice shattered Haely’s daydream, and she stiffened, moving her hand back to the book.
“Hi!” She said reflexively.
“Whatcha doin?” Even in a whisper, Kennedy’s question held suspicion, the second word drawn out knowingly.
“R-reading!” Haley stammered.
“I can see that, you nerd,” She said. “We have a meeting for that group project in five minutes. Are you coming, or are you too busy… reading?”
Haley scowled up at the Trust Fund Princess. She grabbed the index card that was supposed to hold notes on the book but had nothing written on it except the title. Stuffing it between the pages to mark her place, Haley shoved the book into her bag and followed Kennedy out of the library.
***
A few days later, Taylor stood in the locker room shower, letting the steaming water run down her skin. She never got tired of running her hands over her breasts and feeling the water change course. How could it get boring with her body changing week by week? When her breasts finally came in, they were barely anything, not enough to even fill her palms. Now, she couldn’t cover one of the fat, firm tits with both hands. They wobbled and jiggled and tried to ooze out of her fingers every time she lifted them up.
Taylor crossed an arm across her breasts, shivering slightly as her nipples met her skin. The water ran down her head and chin, gathering to pool in her cleavage. She watched the water rise higher and higher, unable to stop herself from grinning like an idiot as she saw just how much water her boobs could hold. Finally, the water started to overflow the dam of her arm, and she let it fall. Her breasts drooped ever so slightly, swelling more forward than down. Her little mini-lake crashed to the shower floor with a wet splat, and Taylor let out a few quiet laughs through her nose.
An annoyed voice interrupted her childlike playtime. “Other people need to shower, too, you know?”
“Sorry!” Taylor called, “Almost done.”
“You flicking your bean in there or what?”
“Gross, no!”
Taylor put her head under the hot water one last time, made sure she’d rinsed everywhere, then turned the handle and slid the curtain open in a sudden swish as she turned around. The voice belonged to Amanda, another first-year with a major chip on her shoulder. She looked down at Taylor’s bare chest, still shaking from her little twirl, and her eyes went so wide the white showed all around her irises. Taylor felt a thrill of pride that, for perhaps the first time in her life, was for her beauty—her curves, her sex appeal, her pure fucking womanliness—instead of her athletic skills. She wrapped her boobs in one arm again, blocking her still-hard nipples from Amanda’s eyes. Her teammate finally looked up. Taylor smiled with all the smugness she imagined Playboy models felt. Her teammate’s little B-cups were nothing compared to her girls.
“All yours!”
Back in the locker room, Taylor got dressed in her street clothes. Her panties slipped on easily, but her bra ran out of stretch with over an inch of space between the two ends of the band.
“Damnit,” she cursed softly as she tugged on the band. This was so much easier with sports bras.
“Damn, girl. Where’ve you been hiding those things at?”
Taylor turned to see Shantel standing behind her like an ebony goddess. Her hair was damp, and she wore a hot pink tank top that emphasized her dark cleavage spectacularly. Except, Shantel’s cleavage wasn’t as impressive as Taylor once thought. Her tits were big, for sure, but after over two months of watching her own tanned chest grow more impressive by the day, Taylor found herself far less intimidated by the tall junior than she’d once been.
“I guess I had a late growth spurt,” Taylor said, trying not to humble-brag.
“Nice, congrats!” Shantel said with a wide smile, clapping her on the shoulder. “If you need new sports bras, I can recommend some brands if you want—it’s always a challenge for bigger girls like us.”
“Uh, thanks.” Taylor hadn’t expected to find a friend in her overachieving teammate. Not in a million years. Bonding with Haley made sense; she was going through the same thing. But that was getting more than a little complicated lately. Shantel’s friendliness was like a warm hug, and Taylor couldn’t help but return her smile.
“I do love sports bras, but they’re not very… flattering.”
“I hear you,” Shantel said, “‘Flaunt it if you got it.’”
“I’m having trouble with this one, though. I don’t know if it shrunk in the wash or what.”
“I might have a spare, lemme go check my locker.”
A moment later, the taller girl returned with a neon blue bra. “Here, see if this one fits ya.”
Taylor glanced at the tag on Shantel’s bra. 38E. She was officially bigger than Shantel now. Her own bra, the one she couldn’t get to fit, was a 32F. She probably needed to upgrade to a G, but the larger band on Shantel’s might be enough for her to make do for the rest of the day. She slipped it on. The band hooked easily but was too loose around her ribs.
“Want some help?” Shantel asked.
Taylor nodded, and her teammate adjusted the band until it was snug. The cups were indeed too small, but at least she was covered and somewhat supported now. “You’re such a skinny thing,” Shantel mused.
It wasn’t for lack of muscle that Taylor’s torso was narrower than her teammate’s. Shantel was just bigger all around—except her boobs, Taylor thought, her smug pride returning. The older girl still had a considerable height advantage, but Taylor found she was less bothered by that than she’d once been.
“Thanks,” Taylor said, “I really appreciate it.”
“Just bring it back to practice whenever you’re done,” Shantel said. “And maybe hand wash yours so you don’t… ’shrink’ any more?”
“Haha, yeah…”
***
I don’t think I can take much more of this. Mark thought as he tried to follow Haley’s explanation of covalent bonds. His white-haired childhood friend had already described the process twice, but he kept getting distracted.
Watching Taylor bounce around the volleyball court was bad enough. Even her loose jersey couldn’t hide her new boobs, and he was pretty sure she bounced the ball off her chest at least once. And not in the way soccer players do—the ball slammed right into her boobs, flying over the net to the other team. Her boobs were bigger than the ball they hit. Okay, they weren’t that big. But it seemed like every time he saw them, Haley and Talyor’s boobs had grown even bigger.
Taylor had been pretty far away during the game. Haley was not. She sat right beside him in the quiet, empty dorm lounge. Mark never thought about it much, but Haley usually dressed pretty conservatively. Loose stuff like sweaters, big shirts, never anything lower than her collarbone. Now, she wore a sweater he thought he recognized, but it had never been so tight… or so low. Every time she leaned forward to point at something in the textbook or reached for her water bottle on the table, Mark got a clear look down Haley’s sweater at the skin underneath.
And there was so, so much skin.
Round and full, tempting and delicious, he wanted to touch them so badly. What was happening to him? Haley and Talyor had been his friends since middle school. They spent summers at the lake. They had sleepovers with cheesy movie marathons and junk food. If Taylor knew he’d been staring at her boobs instead of watching her play, she’d punch him in the nose. If Haley knew he was looking down her sweater, she’d never speak to him again.
And still, he couldn’t stop himself. Some primal urge took over his eyes every time she moved. As she reached for a pen rolling away, Haley’s boobs mashed into the table, and they seemed to swell even bigger right in front of his eyes. Mark’s mouth went dry, and he shifted in his seat, trying to will “Little Mark” back to sleep.
“Do you understand now?” Haley asked, making him jump.
“What? Oh, um, yeah. I think I get it now, thanks.”
“There you guys are!”
Mark and Haley turned to see Taylor at the open doorway.
“I thought we were gonna study together?”
“You’re half an hour late,” Haley said. “We started without you.”
“Ugh!”
Taylor stomped to the table, making her boobs wobble and shake with every step. Mark stared. He couldn’t help it. Something had changed lately that made Taylor look just as big as Haley. And instead of a jersey or some workout shirt, she had on a tiny little tank top. Mark could see the tops of her boobs, and it seemed like they were trying to escape her shirt. He could even see the bright blue straps of her bra! It didn’t give him the same naughty thrill as sneaking peeks at Haley, but staring at Taylor was still something he knew he shouldn’t do. Which only made it more difficult to control his treacherous eyes.
If Taylor noticed him staring, she didn’t say anything. She sat down across from him in a huff, every movement making her boobs shake more.
She’s definitely going to kill me, Mark thought.
Even he wasn’t sure which of his friends he meant.
