u/Old-Fashioned-4249

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

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General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was the summer break of your junior year of college, and we had been dating long and serious enough that we saw a future together after our degrees. I was studying business and dairy science. You were on a pre-veterinary track and we had met in an intro to dairy science course. From there, we connected and bonded. The only reservation you had was that long term I planned to take over the family dairy farm. Could you handle that lifestyle?

You agreed to come back home with me for the summer to give it a shot. We took it easier the first few days back, mostly so we could scout all of the safest areas to sneak off to have sex, and from there I started introducing you to chores. You worked shoulder to shoulder with me, feeding the animals, giving injections, running the milking equipment, and learning to milk cows by hand.

As the first week passed you noticed your bra tightening which you thought odd since you were getting plenty of exercise and activity. After consuming more of the farm fresh dairy and working a second week, you couldn’t fit into your bra.

Little did you know that all of the exposure to everything was triggering your own expansion, and you’d have a wildly milky summer at the farm. Will you be able to make it back to finish out your degree or will you need to settle into farm life sooner than expected?

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General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was the summer break of your junior year of college, and we had been dating long and serious enough that we saw a future together after our degrees. I was studying business and dairy science. You were on a pre-veterinary track and we had met in an intro to dairy science course. From there, we connected and bonded. The only reservation you had was that long term I planned to take over the family dairy farm. Could you handle that lifestyle?

You agreed to come back home with me for the summer to give it a shot. We took it easier the first few days back, mostly so we could scout all of the safest areas to sneak off to have sex, and from there I started introducing you to chores. You worked shoulder to shoulder with me, feeding the animals, giving injections, running the milking equipment, and learning to milk cows by hand.

As the first week passed you noticed your bra tightening which you thought odd since you were getting plenty of exercise and activity. After consuming more of the farm fresh dairy and working a second week, you couldn’t fit into your bra.

Little did you know that all of the exposure to everything was triggering your own expansion, and you’d have a wildly milky summer at the farm. Will you be able to make it back to finish out your degree or will you need to settle into farm life sooner than expected?

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

“We have to call it off. There’s no way I’m going to fit in my dress,” you whine as you struggle and fight with your E cup sized bra in the bathroom as we are getting ready for work. “Its not fair. Everyone’s getting skinny, and somehow I have been cursed.”

It was true that things had changed since I first popped the question and we became engaged. You had a B cup sized chest at the time and it wasn’t until after you found your perfect wedding dress that your breasts had begun to enlarge seemingly on their own. Your friends seem to all be using weight loss injections, which would make your bust size increase all the more prominent come photo time.

Were you really cursed? Probably not. Your mind did periodically hypothesize other theories, everything from one of your bridesmaids sabotaging you out of jealousy to a manufacturing change in your birth control. When your doctor gave you a preliminary diagnosis of macromastia, a condition where your breasts would continue to grow with no real cure to stop it, it floored you. Yet, I didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I seemed delighted and that made me now an internal suspect on your list. A negative pregnancy test at least ruled that potential cause out.

“Just have it altered. It’ll be fine. Everyone’s booked flights and hotels Its too late to cancel things now,” I offer with no real emotional support. Instead my hands cup your breasts from behind, feel their latest growth spurt, and give them physical support.

“Suck it up. You are going to be fine. They really can’t get that much bigger in six weeks,” I say in a coach-like pep talk, complete with smacking you on your ass before I move on to go get a shower for the day.

That offered no consolation to your worries or suspicions and deep down you could innately sense that your breasts weren’t done growing.

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General idea but very open to modifying this up. I am envisioning some long term slice of life and I do tend to suspend reality a bit when it comes to sizes, but we should discuss expectations on that rather than jumping right in.

Kinks (not all need to be included): breast expansion, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, birth scenes, third person, platforms other than reddit.

You had been on your best behavior leading up to the wedding with your diet and exercise, much to my chagrin. Still, you knew the deal. Once that was over you were all mine and it would be time to thicken you up for breeding.

We both smiled happily through the wedding pictures for our own reasons. I couldn’t wait to get you in bed that night. I had a count down going in my mind to when we would get back to the hotel room. We had a flight to catch the next day.

“You are officially all mine. Now the real fun begins,” I say when I officially carry you over the threshold of the hotel room. “The first night of Operation Thicken You Up and Baby You Up.”

With two weeks at an all inclusive resort, there would be plenty of time for that. And after all of that wedding self-starvation you were game for letting loose especially since you knew most of it would end up on your tits anyway.

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General idea but very open to modifying this up based on other ideas or mutual kinks.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation, hyper sizes, ass expansion, breast play and focus, submissive partners, feeder play (you as feedee).

Limits: noncon, mutual gain, blob / unsightly shaped weight gain, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

You had been on your best behavior leading up to the wedding with your diet and exercise, much to my chagrin. Still, you knew the deal. Once that was over you were all mine and it would be time to thicken you up for breeding.

We both smiled happily through the wedding pictures for our own reasons. I couldn’t wait to get you in bed that night. I had a count down going in my mind to when we would get back to the hotel room. We had a flight to catch the next day.

“You are officially all mine. Now the real fun begins,” I say when I officially. “The first night of Operation Thicken You Up and Baby You Up.”

With two weeks at an all inclusive resort, there would be plenty of time for that. And after all of that wedding self-starvation you were game for letting loose especially since you knew most of it would end up on your tits anyway.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up based on other ideas or mutual kinks.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation, hyper sizes, ass expansion, breast play and focus, submissive partners, feeder play (you as feedee).

Limits: noncon, mutual gain, blob / unsightly shaped weight gain, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

“We have to call it off. There’s no way I’m going to fit in my dress,” you whine as you struggle and fight with your E cup sized bra in the bathroom as we are getting ready for work. “Its not fair. Everyone’s getting skinny, and somehow I have been cursed.”

It was true that things had changed since I first popped the question and we became engaged. You had a B cup sized chest at the time and it wasn’t until after you found your perfect wedding dress that your breasts had begun to enlarge seemingly on their own. Your friends seem to all be using weight loss injections, which would make your bust size increase all the more prominent come photo time.

Were you really cursed? Probably not. Your mind did periodically hypothesize other theories, everything from one of your bridesmaids sabotaging you out of jealousy to a manufacturing change in your birth control. When your doctor gave you a preliminary diagnosis of macromastia, a condition where your breasts would continue to grow with no real cure to stop it, it floored you. Yet, I didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I seemed delighted and that made me now an internal suspect on your list. A negative pregnancy test at least ruled that potential cause out.

“Just have it altered. It’ll be fine. Everyone’s booked flights and hotels Its too late to cancel things now,” I offer with no real emotional support. Instead my hands cup your breasts from behind, feel their latest growth spurt, and give them physical support.

“Suck it up. You are going to be fine. They really can’t get that much bigger in six weeks,” I say in a coach-like pep talk, complete with smacking you on your ass before I move on to go get a shower for the day.

That offered no consolation to your worries or suspicions and deep down you could innately sense that your breasts weren’t done growing.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I am envisioning some long term slice of life and I do tend to suspend reality a bit when it comes to sizes, but we should discuss expectations on that rather than jumping right in.

Kinks (not all need to be included): breast expansion, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, birth scenes, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.

It was through your job that I met you and asked you out. There was an instant attraction and flirting that ended with me getting your number. I was a little older, and a lot taller than you, but I was happy that you didn’t mind either of those things and called me.

From there one date turned into two, and the height difference became a point of mutual attraction. We didn’t make it past date three before I had you up against the wall in my arms, making out hard with things getting heavy from there.

As great as things were between us, and with our relationship becoming such that we were essentially almost living together, I couldn’t help but fantasize about wanting more. Specifically, I just loved the thought of a bustier you. I just had a natural attraction to large breasts and unfortunately that was not something you possessed. I would never bring it up or ask you to consider implants. I resigned myself that I might have to wait for that if we ever decided to have kids, then maybe lactation would kick in and swell you up.

The fantasy became too much for me to ignore, and that would take forever. I kept picturing how fun it would be if you had some real breasts to fondle and squeeze. I needed to find a way to make it happen.

And so I did. I found some promising pills that would cause breast growth naturally with side effects of lactation likely, since that was sort of how the pills made the growth happen. I felt guilty slipping you dosages, but I knew if this worked, the results would be something that would make it all the worth while.

It took about two weeks to start getting results, and you swelled up to a full D cup. You went from assuming it was temporary swelling to finally having to acknowledge they were getting bigger and you needed a real bra for them.

I did little to hide my joy and I openly talked about how great they were, especially in the mornings when I would wake up first, cuddle to you, and examine them in my strong hands to see if you were any bustier. I should have stopped and quit while I was ahead but instead I upped your dosage. I needed to see how far I could take things despite what challenges that might bring for you.

---

General idea but very open to modifying this up. I would like to get somewhat crazy with the sizes you hit down the road so if you are looking to keep things realistic in that regard this one may not be for you.

Kinks: breast expansion, lactation, impregnation if we want to go that route, hyper sizes, ass expansion if we can find a way to work that in, heavy breast focus, submissive partners.

Limits: noncon, abuse, filth, slob, vore, giantess, humiliation (teasing and light humiliation is okay but not looking to go particularly cruel), group, cuckold, harem, third person, platforms other than reddit.