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DoD prompt: "Whatever turns you on." -Mr Buzzkill
Room: NSFW

Part1: fav.me/db27dtr

"Oh it just about killed me to keep quiet about it. It's so exciting! Each morning I do a little photo shoot after I get ready. You know, just to check out the girls, see if they grew at all overnight. It's like getting Christmas presents every day." Coren curled her fingers under her the bases of her big, spongy new breasts, running her hands down them until reaching their center mass when she pressed them together and gave 'em a provocative shake. They jiggled with abandon, unbound by a bra or a sense of decency. "Mmm."

Phoebe wasn't sure what was going on. Was Coren trying to get a panicked reaction from her? Or had she forgotten she was in a public place, simply unable to keep her hands off her own chest? In any case, Phoebe probably had to stop it before they got kicked out of the clothing store. She always had to be the sane one. "Ahem."

"Wha? Oh." Coren released her chest like a scolded child carefully putting down their favorite toy. "Whoops. I shouldn't hog 'em." She gave Phoebe a worrying wink and looked around for other customers, then casually walked with swinging hips over to where the racks were higher. Emboldened by the extra privacy, she arched her back at her friend, offering. "Wanna?"

A millimeter's thickness of stretched cotton shirt betrayed every slope and contour of Coren's boobs. In the span of a scant few weeks she had somehow coaxed them from modest little handfuls into heavy, downward-pointing jugs, capped with puffy wine corks for nipples, advertisers for her arousal. They begged for attention, content for now to be visually appraised, but desiring proper physical stimulation: pinching fingers, or greedy lips. Phoebe looked up in hopes of finding a black domed security camera, a good excuse to get Coren to come to her senses; but instead there was an air conditioning vent. A cold gust wooshed down, making Coren's nipples even more erect. Phoebe stepped back as if she had two pistols leveled at her.

"Please?" Coren's voice was husky with sexual need. She took a step in pursuit.

Phoebe shifted her gaze downwards and discovered that Coren's shirt was so taxed by covering her expansive chest that it revealed her midsection.

Coren followed Phoebe's eyes. Inwardly she grinned, but outwardly she pouted her lips, tugging the hem of her shirt down, repeatedly trying and failing to conceal her once-merely chubby stomach. She wriggled in frustration so her gut sloshed around. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "With the stuff I'm taking, the weight's supposed to go to my boobs, but some of it ends up... elsewhere. It's maybe not so bad now-" she pressed down on her belly in a slimming gesture that did nothing but highlight how deep the padding around her middle had become. "But I'm worried about how hefty I'll get later on. Do you think a huge pair is worth getting fat for? I still have a ways to go."

What should she say? "It's a common side effect of those kinds of drugs. You could always... lose? some pounds later on. If you were so inclined."

"Heh. Just between you and me, it's been kinda fun to eat whatever I want, whenever I want it. Pizzas right before bed? Sure! Ice cream for breakfast? It's becoming a habit." Coren swirled her hands over her belly.

"Well diet is... There are ways to... healthy." Phoebe's mind was all jumbled.

"And another thing: I am SUPER-loving my new boobs. Love, love, love 'em now, and can't wait 'til they're enormous. But the bummer part is that I have to hide 'em away. No shirt, no service- you know the dumb rules. So it's kinda nice to let some of me all hang out." Coren bit her lip and turned to the side to show off her bloated profile. Her stomach roll flowed over the waistband of her taut jeans and into her lap. She cradled it, kneaded it. "It's pretty fun to play with. Sometimes I'll catch myself doing it as I wait in line at the grocery store. Oh my god- the evil looks I get! But they just have to deal I guess. This is my body, it's fuckin' great, and it's getting better every damn day."

"Yes. I mean- yes, you should decide what you want and do that."

"And please let me apologize for earlier. Sometimes I get so excited that I want to... share. These meds are giving me the rack I've always dreamed of, letting me eat everything in sight, but they're cranking up my sex drive so high that I can't think straight sometimes. It's a crazy combination. So just like- punch me in the arm or something if I make a move on ya. And thanks for coming out to shop with me. I know I'll just outgrow new clothes, but I wanna look good in the meantime."

Phoebe was still stunned. "This isn't a plus sized store."

"Yeah, well- I'll probably just try on a bunch of stuff anyways. And you can lemme know how they look. Sound decent?"

It sounded indecent, which was beginning to sound pretty good.

Description
DoD prompt: "Whatever turns you on." -Mr Buzzkill
Room: NSFW

Part1: fav.me/db27dtr

"Oh it just about killed me to keep quiet about it. It's so exciting! Each morning I do a little photo shoot after I get ready. You know, just to check out the girls, see if they grew at all overnight. It's like getting Christmas presents every day." Coren curled her fingers under her the bases of her big, spongy new breasts, running her hands down them until reaching their center mass when she pressed them together and gave 'em a provocative shake. They jiggled with abandon, unbound by a bra or a sense of decency. "Mmm."

Phoebe wasn't sure what was going on. Was Coren trying to get a panicked reaction from her? Or had she forgotten she was in a public place, simply unable to keep her hands off her own chest? In any case, Phoebe probably had to stop it before they got kicked out of the clothing store. She always had to be the sane one. "Ahem."

"Wha? Oh." Coren released her chest like a scolded child carefully putting down their favorite toy. "Whoops. I shouldn't hog 'em." She gave Phoebe a worrying wink and looked around for other customers, then casually walked with swinging hips over to where the racks were higher. Emboldened by the extra privacy, she arched her back at her friend, offering. "Wanna?"

A millimeter's thickness of stretched cotton shirt betrayed every slope and contour of Coren's boobs. In the span of a scant few weeks she had somehow coaxed them from modest little handfuls into heavy, downward-pointing jugs, capped with puffy wine corks for nipples, advertisers for her arousal. They begged for attention, content for now to be visually appraised, but desiring proper physical stimulation: pinching fingers, or greedy lips. Phoebe looked up in hopes of finding a black domed security camera, a good excuse to get Coren to come to her senses; but instead there was an air conditioning vent. A cold gust wooshed down, making Coren's nipples even more erect. Phoebe stepped back as if she had two pistols leveled at her.

"Please?" Coren's voice was husky with sexual need. She took a step in pursuit.

Phoebe shifted her gaze downwards and discovered that Coren's shirt was so taxed by covering her expansive chest that it revealed her midsection.

Coren followed Phoebe's eyes. Inwardly she grinned, but outwardly she pouted her lips, tugging the hem of her shirt down, repeatedly trying and failing to conceal her once-merely chubby stomach. She wriggled in frustration so her gut sloshed around. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "With the stuff I'm taking, the weight's supposed to go to my boobs, but some of it ends up... elsewhere. It's maybe not so bad now-" she pressed down on her belly in a slimming gesture that did nothing but highlight how deep the padding around her middle had become. "But I'm worried about how hefty I'll get later on. Do you think a huge pair is worth getting fat for? I still have a ways to go."

What should she say? "It's a common side effect of those kinds of drugs. You could always... lose? some pounds later on. If you were so inclined."

"Heh. Just between you and me, it's been kinda fun to eat whatever I want, whenever I want it. Pizzas right before bed? Sure! Ice cream for breakfast? It's becoming a habit." Coren swirled her hands over her belly.

"Well diet is... There are ways to... healthy." Phoebe's mind was all jumbled.

"And another thing: I am SUPER-loving my new boobs. Love, love, love 'em now, and can't wait 'til they're enormous. But the bummer part is that I have to hide 'em away. No shirt, no service- you know the dumb rules. So it's kinda nice to let some of me all hang out." Coren bit her lip and turned to the side to show off her bloated profile. Her stomach roll flowed over the waistband of her taut jeans and into her lap. She cradled it, kneaded it. "It's pretty fun to play with. Sometimes I'll catch myself doing it as I wait in line at the grocery store. Oh my god- the evil looks I get! But they just have to deal I guess. This is my body, it's fuckin' great, and it's getting better every damn day."

"Yes. I mean- yes, you should decide what you want and do that."

"And please let me apologize for earlier. Sometimes I get so excited that I want to... share. These meds are giving me the rack I've always dreamed of, letting me eat everything in sight, but they're cranking up my sex drive so high that I can't think straight sometimes. It's a crazy combination. So just like- punch me in the arm or something if I make a move on ya. And thanks for coming out to shop with me. I know I'll just outgrow new clothes, but I wanna look good in the meantime."

Phoebe was still stunned. "This isn't a plus sized store."

"Yeah, well- I'll probably just try on a bunch of stuff anyways. And you can lemme know how they look. Sound decent?"

It sounded indecent, which was beginning to sound pretty good.