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Tags: hyperbreasts, breast expansion, supernatural growth, nymphomania Continuing from Part 1 Alicia: The thing is, Freya—can I call you Freya? Officer Barker: No. Alicia: Ugh, well the thing is “Officer”, all of what I’ve told you so far was really just the honeymoon phase in all of this. The concerts and everything, that all happened weeks ago. I did continue after that to spend quite a lot of time seeking out places to get myself off—finding ways to insert me and my tits into crowded places and have my weird little perverted orgasms. I still loved to imagine what people must have been thinking about me as they inadvertently felt me up. But after a while, it wore off. I enjoyed the thrill of how public it all was, but it was just too impersonal. I never got the feedback or the reactions I wanted. People were just too ashamed. Also, there was another thing that complicated all of this for me. As you rightly pointed out earlier, my boobs didn’t stop growing

As far as first dates went, Lush decided this had been a rather good one. More on the quiet side than most, but they didn’t mind. Sometimes it was nice to just hang out with a person, get a feel for their vibe before cracking open the icebreakers. And quite frankly, after the previous week, they needed something a bit more low energy. Just a bit. “I have to say, I have had quite a lovely time out today.” Lush said to the woman just above. “A balloon ride really was what I needed at the moment.” The woman didn’t respond, not that she could have. She had eagerly accepted Lush’s proposal, in that overenthusiastic manner that suggested plenty of fantasizing but minimal, if any, practical experience. So in a sense this date was a learning experience. Lush got their relaxing balloon ride, and their date got experience with a ball gag and a breast size larger than a human body. There was one response though, a soft moan and a little thrashing of the legs. At the very least

It couldn't possibly be real. But there was no denying that it was. When the small remote, with a single button that was engraved with "BURST" on it fell into your lap. A strange little oddity sitting in the bargain bin of some half assed forgotten pawn shop. Nothing more than a novelty. But hey, it was only a few dollars, what the hell right? So you bought it. It was silly, goofy, just something to put on the shelf as part of a dorky kinky collection. You'd never think it'd actually work. You were just walking home, riding the bus. There was this, gorgeous, woman across the aisle from you. Big tits, blonde hair, and a wasp thin waist. The kind of gal you'd fantasize blowing up like a balloon, and then popping like one. The two of you coincidentally got off on the same stop. And you can't even remember why. But you pulled out that remote. And clicked the button. It was just a bit, a goofy act to amuse yourself. You never expected it to actually work. You could have never