HOME | DD

Description
Art by Zdemian: www.deviantart.com/zdemian/gal…

Part 1: www.deviantart.com/winstonwall…

Needless to say, it was pure chaos in the streets for the next several hours, made worse by the unrelenting rain. The traffic was completely gridlocked, as the sudden and extreme breast growth had caused thousands of collisions in Manhattan alone. Many of the affected women (“The Chosen”, as we would eventually be referred) even decided to abandon their vehicles in order to seek medical attention.

I received an emergency text declaring a national emergency inside the locker room at Leo’s. We all thought it must have been some bizarre terrorist attack at first, a biological weapon intended to send a message and temporarily cripple the infrastructure. When the news reports came in that it was happening all over the world, however, the plausibility that it was caused by a single person or group seemed weak at best.

My tits had gotten so big that I had to find a pair of scissors to free myself from the sports bra that I had severely outgrown. Though they were certainly quite heavy, I was more bothered by their sheer size. They were far bigger than any I had ever seen, yet remained quite round and perky even without the help of a bra. It was hard to stay calm and think rationally as I inspected my new endowments in the mirror. More than anything, I was worried about how my ridiculously huge boobs would affect my job, specifically people’s ability to take me seriously. I had spent the last four years working eighty-hour weeks to get to my position as CMO for my company, a fairly successful startup that sold women’s clothing online. I cringed at the thought of potentially trying to pitch new strategies to the male-dominated executive board, looking like a porn star who had gotten overzealous with her implants.

After spending about fifteen minutes in the locker room, I was able to calm myself down enough to call my assistant Luke, who informed me that all business was canceled for the day. He kindly asked me if I needed any help but I stubbornly turned him down. Obviously, I could no longer fit into the work clothes I had brought to the gym to change into, but fortunately I was still able to wrap myself in the rain jacket I had worn to get there. I awkwardly started to make my way to my apartment roughly two miles away, clutching my jacket tightly over my bare chest with one hand while trying to hold my umbrella with the other.

It was surreal seeing all the massively-breasted women crowd the sidewalks, most of them panicked and confused. Many, like myself, had grown far too big for the tops they had been wearing, and used whatever they could to keep their nipples covered. The men, though equally confused, were doing what they could to assist, which was heartwarming to see. After I had made it about a quarter of the way back, a policeman informed me that there were available medical personnel gathered at Madison Square Garden, but at that point I was set on just getting home.

Just before making it into the lobby of my apartment building, I came across a young girl named Vanessa weeping in an alleyway, completely soaked from the rain. As I got close, I could see that her breasts were even bigger than mine, and she was clearly overwhelmed by them. She had completely burst out of her bra and blouse, which were hanging on her loosely in tatters. I asked her if she needed any help, and she told me that she was visiting from out of town and lost her phone and purse. I did my best to comfort her and invited her up to my apartment.

After we dried ourselves off, I gave her an extra-large sweatshirt I had stolen from one of my former boyfriends and lent her my phone for her to call her parents, who were in North Dakota. She was very emotional as she spoke to them, as they were understandably very worried about her wellbeing. Afterwards, she tried calling her cousin who she was staying with, but there was no answer. I could see that she was scared something had happened to her in the chaos, but tried to convince her that everything would be fine. We sat and watched the rain together over a cup of tea.

“So what brings you to New York?” I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I was recently admitted to Juilliard actually, I play viola. Just wanted to visit one more time before I make my decision,” she answered.

“Wow, that’s amazing! You must be really good!”

“Yeah well, I practice a lot.”

“Maybe I’ll get to hear you play in the Phil someday, I go to the concerts every once in a while,” I said, trying to sound encouraging. Vanessa looked somewhat saddened by this, however, looking down at her chest and sighing.

“With boobs with this big, I don’t know if I’ll be able to play anymore…” she said solemnly.

“Well… it could be worse. At least you aren’t a cellist!” I said, a poor attempt at humor.

Vanessa smiled, but only out of politeness. Her breasts were truly massive, and I couldn’t help but take pity on her. They seemed especially big on her relatively tiny frame. As we chatted for the next several hours, I noticed her often cupping them in her hands, gently lifting and squeezing them as if to test their weight and firmness, and impulsively started doing the same with mine.

At some point in the early afternoon, I began to feel a strange twinge in the pit of my stomach, but paid it no mind at first. It became gradually more noticeable as the day went on, adding to the discomfort I was already dealing with. I sensed that Vanessa was experiencing the same thing. Around 5pm, she suddenly stood up, clutching her abdomen tightly. She starting pacing around, taking deep breaths and softly moaning. Strangely, I couldn’t tell at first if she was in pain or pleasure, but I would quickly learn it was the latter.

“Is everything ok honey?” I asked with concern.

“Yeah…” she said softly, “I’m fine. Just a little indigestion or something.”

The feeling in my own stomach likewise intensified, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t find it oddly pleasant. A few minutes later a breaking news report came on, describing how doctors in France were the first to realize that all of the women affected by The Event were confirmed to be pregnant, even those claiming to be virgins. Vanessa and I immediately looked at each other, knowing right away that it was the cause for the sensation we were feeling.

“I… I’m pregnant?! Oh… oh dear…” Vanessa said with shock as she started hyperventilating.

I too was in shock, but tried to stay calm for Vanessa’s sake. I held her hands to try to comfort her, but was at a loss for words. I certainly wasn’t prepared to be a mother at that point in my life, but at least I had a well-paying job. It didn’t seem fair that a sweet girl like Vanessa, only eighteen years old, would be put in this situation through no fault of her own. She called her parents again and had yet another highly emotional conversation. They tried to tell her that her being pregnant was impossible, but Vanessa was sure of it. I also somehow knew with absolute certainty that I was knocked up, and had a vague sense that it was with more than one.

Vanessa ended up staying the night, as her cousin never answered or called back. It was all but impossible to get a plane ticket for the next several days, and so her parents decided they would make the drive from Fargo to NYC to bring her back home. I told Vanessa that she was more than welcome to stay with me until they arrived, which ended up being four days later. By then, we were both already looked like we were in our second trimester, which suggested that our babies were developing far more quickly than normal.

Vanessa’s parents thanked me profusely for hosting their daughter, informing us that the cousin she was meant to stay with had gotten into a car accident when The Conception hit and had fallen into a coma (fortunately she ended up waking the next and made a full recovery, though she was understandably shocked to learn she was carrying twins). Vanessa gave me a big hug before she left, which was awkward to manage with our enormous boobs and bulging bellies in the way. I tried to convince her that she shouldn’t give up her dream of being a violist, and that I hoped to see her again in the fall if she decided to enroll at Juilliard. She smiled when I said this, but I could tell that she figured being a single mother would make it impossible.

Later that day, I decided to finally go for my first ultrasound, which was being offered gratis at many places throughout the city. I had been apprehensive about it and kept putting it off, scared to find out just how pregnant I truly was. When they told me that I had been “blessed” with quintuplets, I found myself trying to process many conflicting emotions. The prospect of trying to care for five babies on my own was utterly overwhelming, yet I found myself excited and optimistic. I had discussed with Vanessa the possibility of terminating the pregnancy, in the interest of maintaining my high-end career, but the more we talked about it the more we agreed that we shouldn’t. I was never a religious person, but a bonafide immaculate conception seemed like an especially terrible thing to throw away.

The first few days back at work were super weird, to say the least. Of the 24 employees that worked in the corporate office, 11 were Chosen. Luke and the rest of my male colleagues did the best they could to proceed with business as usual, but most of them, even the gay ones, couldn’t resist frequently staring at our extremely pronounced chests. Fortunately for all of us, The Conception was the greatest possible thing that could have happened for a business like ours, so much so that we completely sold out our stock of tops and bras. We realized right away that we would have to shift our production towards larger sizes, and start developing maternity wear. I started working on new ad campaigns revolving around extremely busty and pregnant women. It ended up being quite a lucrative quarter.

Things began to get more complicated, however, when it became known that we would get even more pregnant if we had unprotected sex. Though I didn’t dare admit it, I had been secretly proud of the fact that I was the most knocked up of all the girls at the office. I lost this status when one of our interns suddenly went from triplets to sextuplets in the middle of a meeting. The poor girl turned deep red in embarrassment as her belly grew several inches bigger in front of everyone, sending several buttons of her tight shirt flying. Several similar incidents happened throughout the office in the following days.

I too found it increasingly difficult to ignore the urge to have someone cum inside me. I knew it made no rational sense, as five babies were already more than enough, but my raging sex drive soon made it impossible to focus at work. On Wednesday of the second week, nine days after the inception, I finally gave in. I called my assistant Luke into my office early in the morning, and essentially threw myself at him. I already looked like I could have been overdue with twins at that point, and it felt a little strange trying to seduce him with my round belly. He actually seemed turned on by it, however, or perhaps he was just under the influence of the strong pheromones I was putting out. Long story short, he fucked me good that morning, and the relief I felt when his hot jizz filled my pussy was nothing short of profound.

I was super productive for the next few hours, putting a major dent in the long list of emails I needed to respond to. In the midafternoon, however, I felt my babies start kicking, and knew that a growth spurt was imminent. Sure enough, my belly started expanding like an inflating beach ball, and I frantically unbuttoned the bottom of my shirt so that it wouldn’t rip. I could tell right away that Luke had put several more babies in me, and the growth lasted several minutes. When it was over, my belly was absolutely huge, easily big enough for a toddler to fit inside. My babies continued to kick violently, as if in protest for the cramped space. Though it wasn’t exactly painful, it was certainly highly uncomfortable. All I could do was sit back and wait for them to calm down as I gently rubbed my extremely pregnant belly.

Description
Art by Zdemian: www.deviantart.com/zdemian/gal…

Part 1: www.deviantart.com/winstonwall…

Needless to say, it was pure chaos in the streets for the next several hours, made worse by the unrelenting rain. The traffic was completely gridlocked, as the sudden and extreme breast growth had caused thousands of collisions in Manhattan alone. Many of the affected women (“The Chosen”, as we would eventually be referred) even decided to abandon their vehicles in order to seek medical attention.

I received an emergency text declaring a national emergency inside the locker room at Leo’s. We all thought it must have been some bizarre terrorist attack at first, a biological weapon intended to send a message and temporarily cripple the infrastructure. When the news reports came in that it was happening all over the world, however, the plausibility that it was caused by a single person or group seemed weak at best.

My tits had gotten so big that I had to find a pair of scissors to free myself from the sports bra that I had severely outgrown. Though they were certainly quite heavy, I was more bothered by their sheer size. They were far bigger than any I had ever seen, yet remained quite round and perky even without the help of a bra. It was hard to stay calm and think rationally as I inspected my new endowments in the mirror. More than anything, I was worried about how my ridiculously huge boobs would affect my job, specifically people’s ability to take me seriously. I had spent the last four years working eighty-hour weeks to get to my position as CMO for my company, a fairly successful startup that sold women’s clothing online. I cringed at the thought of potentially trying to pitch new strategies to the male-dominated executive board, looking like a porn star who had gotten overzealous with her implants.

After spending about fifteen minutes in the locker room, I was able to calm myself down enough to call my assistant Luke, who informed me that all business was canceled for the day. He kindly asked me if I needed any help but I stubbornly turned him down. Obviously, I could no longer fit into the work clothes I had brought to the gym to change into, but fortunately I was still able to wrap myself in the rain jacket I had worn to get there. I awkwardly started to make my way to my apartment roughly two miles away, clutching my jacket tightly over my bare chest with one hand while trying to hold my umbrella with the other.

It was surreal seeing all the massively-breasted women crowd the sidewalks, most of them panicked and confused. Many, like myself, had grown far too big for the tops they had been wearing, and used whatever they could to keep their nipples covered. The men, though equally confused, were doing what they could to assist, which was heartwarming to see. After I had made it about a quarter of the way back, a policeman informed me that there were available medical personnel gathered at Madison Square Garden, but at that point I was set on just getting home.

Just before making it into the lobby of my apartment building, I came across a young girl named Vanessa weeping in an alleyway, completely soaked from the rain. As I got close, I could see that her breasts were even bigger than mine, and she was clearly overwhelmed by them. She had completely burst out of her bra and blouse, which were hanging on her loosely in tatters. I asked her if she needed any help, and she told me that she was visiting from out of town and lost her phone and purse. I did my best to comfort her and invited her up to my apartment.

After we dried ourselves off, I gave her an extra-large sweatshirt I had stolen from one of my former boyfriends and lent her my phone for her to call her parents, who were in North Dakota. She was very emotional as she spoke to them, as they were understandably very worried about her wellbeing. Afterwards, she tried calling her cousin who she was staying with, but there was no answer. I could see that she was scared something had happened to her in the chaos, but tried to convince her that everything would be fine. We sat and watched the rain together over a cup of tea.

“So what brings you to New York?” I asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I was recently admitted to Juilliard actually, I play viola. Just wanted to visit one more time before I make my decision,” she answered.

“Wow, that’s amazing! You must be really good!”

“Yeah well, I practice a lot.”

“Maybe I’ll get to hear you play in the Phil someday, I go to the concerts every once in a while,” I said, trying to sound encouraging. Vanessa looked somewhat saddened by this, however, looking down at her chest and sighing.

“With boobs with this big, I don’t know if I’ll be able to play anymore…” she said solemnly.

“Well… it could be worse. At least you aren’t a cellist!” I said, a poor attempt at humor.

Vanessa smiled, but only out of politeness. Her breasts were truly massive, and I couldn’t help but take pity on her. They seemed especially big on her relatively tiny frame. As we chatted for the next several hours, I noticed her often cupping them in her hands, gently lifting and squeezing them as if to test their weight and firmness, and impulsively started doing the same with mine.

At some point in the early afternoon, I began to feel a strange twinge in the pit of my stomach, but paid it no mind at first. It became gradually more noticeable as the day went on, adding to the discomfort I was already dealing with. I sensed that Vanessa was experiencing the same thing. Around 5pm, she suddenly stood up, clutching her abdomen tightly. She starting pacing around, taking deep breaths and softly moaning. Strangely, I couldn’t tell at first if she was in pain or pleasure, but I would quickly learn it was the latter.

“Is everything ok honey?” I asked with concern.

“Yeah…” she said softly, “I’m fine. Just a little indigestion or something.”

The feeling in my own stomach likewise intensified, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t find it oddly pleasant. A few minutes later a breaking news report came on, describing how doctors in France were the first to realize that all of the women affected by The Event were confirmed to be pregnant, even those claiming to be virgins. Vanessa and I immediately looked at each other, knowing right away that it was the cause for the sensation we were feeling.

“I… I’m pregnant?! Oh… oh dear…” Vanessa said with shock as she started hyperventilating.

I too was in shock, but tried to stay calm for Vanessa’s sake. I held her hands to try to comfort her, but was at a loss for words. I certainly wasn’t prepared to be a mother at that point in my life, but at least I had a well-paying job. It didn’t seem fair that a sweet girl like Vanessa, only eighteen years old, would be put in this situation through no fault of her own. She called her parents again and had yet another highly emotional conversation. They tried to tell her that her being pregnant was impossible, but Vanessa was sure of it. I also somehow knew with absolute certainty that I was knocked up, and had a vague sense that it was with more than one.

Vanessa ended up staying the night, as her cousin never answered or called back. It was all but impossible to get a plane ticket for the next several days, and so her parents decided they would make the drive from Fargo to NYC to bring her back home. I told Vanessa that she was more than welcome to stay with me until they arrived, which ended up being four days later. By then, we were both already looked like we were in our second trimester, which suggested that our babies were developing far more quickly than normal.

Vanessa’s parents thanked me profusely for hosting their daughter, informing us that the cousin she was meant to stay with had gotten into a car accident when The Conception hit and had fallen into a coma (fortunately she ended up waking the next and made a full recovery, though she was understandably shocked to learn she was carrying twins). Vanessa gave me a big hug before she left, which was awkward to manage with our enormous boobs and bulging bellies in the way. I tried to convince her that she shouldn’t give up her dream of being a violist, and that I hoped to see her again in the fall if she decided to enroll at Juilliard. She smiled when I said this, but I could tell that she figured being a single mother would make it impossible.

Later that day, I decided to finally go for my first ultrasound, which was being offered gratis at many places throughout the city. I had been apprehensive about it and kept putting it off, scared to find out just how pregnant I truly was. When they told me that I had been “blessed” with quintuplets, I found myself trying to process many conflicting emotions. The prospect of trying to care for five babies on my own was utterly overwhelming, yet I found myself excited and optimistic. I had discussed with Vanessa the possibility of terminating the pregnancy, in the interest of maintaining my high-end career, but the more we talked about it the more we agreed that we shouldn’t. I was never a religious person, but a bonafide immaculate conception seemed like an especially terrible thing to throw away.

The first few days back at work were super weird, to say the least. Of the 24 employees that worked in the corporate office, 11 were Chosen. Luke and the rest of my male colleagues did the best they could to proceed with business as usual, but most of them, even the gay ones, couldn’t resist frequently staring at our extremely pronounced chests. Fortunately for all of us, The Conception was the greatest possible thing that could have happened for a business like ours, so much so that we completely sold out our stock of tops and bras. We realized right away that we would have to shift our production towards larger sizes, and start developing maternity wear. I started working on new ad campaigns revolving around extremely busty and pregnant women. It ended up being quite a lucrative quarter.

Things began to get more complicated, however, when it became known that we would get even more pregnant if we had unprotected sex. Though I didn’t dare admit it, I had been secretly proud of the fact that I was the most knocked up of all the girls at the office. I lost this status when one of our interns suddenly went from triplets to sextuplets in the middle of a meeting. The poor girl turned deep red in embarrassment as her belly grew several inches bigger in front of everyone, sending several buttons of her tight shirt flying. Several similar incidents happened throughout the office in the following days.

I too found it increasingly difficult to ignore the urge to have someone cum inside me. I knew it made no rational sense, as five babies were already more than enough, but my raging sex drive soon made it impossible to focus at work. On Wednesday of the second week, nine days after the inception, I finally gave in. I called my assistant Luke into my office early in the morning, and essentially threw myself at him. I already looked like I could have been overdue with twins at that point, and it felt a little strange trying to seduce him with my round belly. He actually seemed turned on by it, however, or perhaps he was just under the influence of the strong pheromones I was putting out. Long story short, he fucked me good that morning, and the relief I felt when his hot jizz filled my pussy was nothing short of profound.

I was super productive for the next few hours, putting a major dent in the long list of emails I needed to respond to. In the midafternoon, however, I felt my babies start kicking, and knew that a growth spurt was imminent. Sure enough, my belly started expanding like an inflating beach ball, and I frantically unbuttoned the bottom of my shirt so that it wouldn’t rip. I could tell right away that Luke had put several more babies in me, and the growth lasted several minutes. When it was over, my belly was absolutely huge, easily big enough for a toddler to fit inside. My babies continued to kick violently, as if in protest for the cramped space. Though it wasn’t exactly painful, it was certainly highly uncomfortable. All I could do was sit back and wait for them to calm down as I gently rubbed my extremely pregnant belly.