Glorious Boobs (Commission, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Yuri)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by Finalman.

Grace wakes up huge breasts and a special power.

It had been a week since this craziness started. I was normal, you know? I worked at a grocery store, flirted with the hot guys that would occasional filter in amongst the masses, went home to watch Netflix and maybe fantasise about the people I’d flirt with. I’d occasional pluck up the courage and go out to a local bar. Sometimes I even get lucky and bring a guy home. Those nights were always fun, the morning afters… not so much. But I was content.

Then I saw a comet fly past my window. It rattled my few belongings and scared my cat, which I’ll admit was hilarious to watch, then it just seemed to disappear. I heard nothing about it the next morning, and apparently no one else had noticed it. The possibility that I was insane definitely crossed my mind, but I decided against it. It had to be a dream, after all, since I could’ve sworn the comet had been shaped like a woman. Only seriously curvy, like curvier than anyone I’ve seen.

Just a dream. Though the notion became increasingly weaker when I woke up. Insanity began to seem like a stronger possibility when I stepped in front of my mirror. Pretty is an outdated term if you ask me, so is beautiful. And sexy. And fuckable. And… you get the idea. I’ve never been the cheerleader.

Until that morning. Okay, I wouldn’t pass the try-outs so it’s technically still no, but there’s two very big, and vey noticeable reasons for that. Small, firm handfuls had been the definition for Grace Sander’s breasts, well no more and not by my choice. I liked being small; freedom of movement, no back pains, and less unwanted attention were a few perks. Now it’d be a miracle if guys didn’t wolf whistle at me.

I cupped the massive things that stretched nightdress taut. They stuck out several inches more than normal and seemed to pour between my fingers, not to mention how soft they felt. If I had to guess, I was at least a G cup. I had to see them properly, so I removed my dress and tossed it aside, freeing a pair of tits that porn stars envied. They sat on my chest like a pair of squishy cantaloupes and threatened to spill over my arms, yet they were no less perky.

Any guy or girl would do what I did next. I groped them. My fingers sank into their plushness, almost disappearing within it, and sent pleasant licks of excitement across every inch of my body. The fire naturally concentrated in my pussy, but I was much too busy. After a moment of play, my nipples came out to play. They were longer than ever, easily the size of a pencil eraser.

“This is so weird,” I moaned, though my hands never stopped. I pushed my boobs together, creating the cleavage I’d never had before, then let them fall apart to watch them regain their naturally pert shape, all while my nipples bounced all over the place. There was no way I could just ignore these things, but time wouldn’t pause so I could have my fill. My backup alarm blared and startled me into action. Today was either gonna be incredibly fun, or the worst.

As it turned out, it was a mixture of the two.

My boss gave me a misgiving look when I came in that morning. I couldn’t blame her, not when my breasts stretched out the store’s logo across my chest. Jealousy was plastered to her face, though she remained professional, which is more than I can say for the executive manager. He was always a pervert, but now I was in his sights. I would just get a couple of lecherous looks before, now his eyes were glued to my tits.

I’ll be honest, I still can’t decide if I appreciate the attention or not. Regardless, I got on with the days work. It was still the early hours, so I was out putting my above average height to use stacking shelves. Big boobs and stretching for high places are not a great match. My balance was already skittish with the sudden extra six inches piled onto my chest. Thankfully, my ass provided a bit of a counterbalance.

“Lookin’ good, Gracie,” the executive manager, Justin Crane, leered. He walked down the aisle, ignoring the few customers about. I was trying to shove a few cans onto the top shelf, forcing myself to stretch. My shirt was stretched taut by my new bust. The fabric did nothing to hide my equally engorged nipples either, as I could feel them poking against the items before me.

I turned my body slightly to try and hide my curves. A futile effort, and one that made my stiff peaks rub against the shelves. They sent shocks of delight across my much-improved breasts, nearly forcing a moan from my lips. I clenched my legs together at the lewd wetness that seeped into my panties.

“You feeling alright?” Justin inquired, somehow turning the friendly question into a lecherous jeer, “I know a killer back massage.”

“No,” I groaned and shoved the last of my cans onto th

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