Hiding M-Cups (fictional, awkward, ever-growing)

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 6​

After her first day, May encountered snags during her first week. The lunch line stray counter was at the same height as the bottom of her chest so she couldn't simply slide it along like everyone else did. The bathrooms were always packed with people and May hated having to stand silently and wait for a stall. Her large uniform shrunk in the wash and now had absolutely no extra room and would likely need to be sized up. Her mother, instead of giving her a break as a reward for employment, loaded her up with new chores like dusting the shelves and vacuuming the steps, hoping added responsibility would make May more self-sufficient.

The commute was manic when two hundred factory workers all fled to their cars and tried to leave the small parking lot at the same time. But worst was May herself, unable to stop making unsolicited, defensive comments about her size. Two awkward exchanges left employees with strange impressions and they separately went to HR to talk about the overly-personal conversation with their new co-worker. Simultaneously, chronic back pain flared and May had a long talk with the blonde HR lady about it. They decided it would be best if May saw the warehouse's doctor to learn how to lift better and relieve her pain.

"Do you find yourself catching your breathe often," the doctor asked, his stethoscope on May's voluminous chest.

"Sometimes."

"I have a daughter who has a similar figure to you and she, for a summer, worked at UPS, lifting boxes. She had bad back pain but, after a lot of exercise, by the end of the summer she'd become strong and pain-free."

"How big was she?"

"Ahem...I don't know that."

"Compared to me."

The doctor appraised May's figure. Her breasts held high and symmetrical. They looked like excellent-health, imperfection-less breast except for being ten to fifteen times the size of average. He held in a chuckle but after a silence, he sighed. "Do you remember having to catch your breathe before you were this size?"

May heard her mother in her ear. "I've never heard of a girl growing, growing, growing. What sense does this make? What good is being a young woman if you never leave the house? You've been doing less every year since you graduated high school. Your boobs are bigggg. I hate to use this word but you're 'hauling' them. I see in your posture. They're taking their toll. Yet you act nonchalant. You act like you're going about your day regularly, as if it's normal to wear the same three shirts over and over."

"Excuse me?" the doctor interrupted.
"I'm just weighing my options."

"Huh?" The doctor put his stethoscope back in place. At the ends of May's breaths were little squeaks. "Did you always squeak like that?

"I don't remember."

"How long can you stand for?"

"I don't know."

He stood behind May, poked his thumbs into her lower spine, and she yelped in pain. "These little muscles that connect your butt to your spine are stressed out. When you sit and lean forward unconsciously, you make them bend farther and farther. As you grew, these little muscles had to work even harder. When did you realize you were losing mobility?"

"Oh, let's get you treated." May's mother her eyes lit up. "It would make me so happy."

May lurched forward and her sweater buttons caught her, keeping her breasts rounded and forward-facing. She looked like she wanted to cry, but was too busty to move. She was pinned by her own stubbornness.

"All of your muscles have weakened, your shoulder and back and legs and arms. All are trying to support your breasts but your body is giving all of the your breasts its attention. Physical stress like this can cause psychological anxiety when untreated."

"What?"

"You should focus on exercise and independence. Is it possible you're denying the full effects of your size has on you?"

"How can I be in denial when I'm this big?"

The conversation heated up fast and May, after concluding that she was fine and needed no help, ended the conversation with a dead draw of silence and "It is what it is." She walked out of the office silently and stone-faced, like she couldn't hear anything. She grabbed her purse from her locker and left. "Denial?!" she thought. "How can he say that?"

...

That night May had nightmare. She woke up in bed surrounded by menacing and judgmental doctors. Her mom cowered, "I'm sorry, darling. I had to call them. It was an emergency." May looked down at her chest and saw it was double in size, her boobs hanging completely over her torso, their height wobbling in her eye line like a tall, soft wall. She could hardly see anything in the room outside of the overhead light. "What happened?"

A doctor leaned over her face. Another leaned in and picked up one of her breasts with both hands and appraised it like fruit at the grocery store. He slapped it lightly underneath.

"What are you doing?"

"This is the biggest case in the country. Guinness is going to want to know about this. Nurse, get me Guinness on the phone."

May tried to sit up but couldn't. All she could do was wiggle his skinny shoulders underneath herself.

"Yes, Guinness. I have a girl here like to submit for the largest breasts. Yes they're enormous. Of course, no. She can hardly move. Yes, exactly. No she doesn't mind. She said she wants to be bigger."

"That's not true," she said, "How do I get smaller?"

"You can't get smaller."

"May," her mother chimed. "The doctor says that there's no use." She picked up the other breast in her arms like a baby. "You used to be my little girl but now you're my big boob girl. The doctors are going to take pictures. You're going to be a star of the new medical textbook." She fondled the breast and caressed it like a baby.

"It was the pump," May said, "It was a pump. The machine made me bigger."

Suddenly she heard the familiar roar and a pump ten times as big as her dropped from the ceiling. Shiny plastic cups fell which the doctors adhered to her breasts. "Please, no." The cups sucked her boobs tightly into the gigantic cylinders, their air pressure raising her boobs into the air above her body. A huge gasp of air filled her lungs as she felt a full breathe for the first time in a long time.

"I'm sorry but we have to get you bigger for the textbook."

"Yes. Don't you want to impress Guinness?"

"But they're so heavy," May whimpered.

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 7​

"What on earth is wrong with her breasts."

"Oh my dear god."

"I didn't not know Susie's daughter...looked like that."

"What am I looking at?"

"The poor girl."

"Those breasts are..."

"Did you know Susie's daughter looked like that?"

"I think her name is May. I had no idea."

"Wooo. That is something."

"Suppose it's a Halloween costume?"

"Rose, don't be cruel."

"I'm sorry but I don't know what to say. Yes, the poor girl."

"How do you suppose she walks? I'm asking honestly."

"She hunches, poor thing."

The three ladies — a redhead, blonde, and brunette — watched May walk from the front foyer of the party into a swarm of waving greeters. May's mothers had convinced her to wear a "normal" dress that night which included a low-cut V neck and plenty of cleavage because she wanted her daughter to "have a nice, normal night out and socialize, but not in a tent or hoodie." After much protest, May agreed, tired of her mom's relentlessness and willing to try something new. Her new job meant she could move out soon so socializing like a "regular person" might be worth trying.

However, with one step into the door, May made eye contact with a man across the room and he immediately gasped at the sight of her. Her chest sat loosely in a purple dress framed by a long neckline that showed off a spacious foot or so of breasts, even if it was just a fourth of their full size. The unusualness of them immediately became the strangest and most fascinating thing in the room. May reacted by grabbing the peacoat she hadn't yet removed and closing it across herself in fear. But the coat was two years old and she couldn't button it at all, not even one button. She hadn't expected to need to but now she had no choice.

Susie looked at her daughter and tsked tsked her for hiding in her coat like a little child but one look at May's growling face made her realize something had went awry, and to back off. Still, Susie kept a big smile and greeted the onslaught of partygoers.

"Susie! You brought your gosling!"

"Hello! Hello! Yes, Bob, lovely to see you. Jill it's such a nice night! Yes, I brought May. You remember her, don't you?"

"Hi Mr. Stately and Mrs. Stately," May mumbled, more concerned with finding an escape route than making eye contact. She deftly slid through the sea of elbows just as an overly-friendly woman dove in for a hug. The bar area was quiet, thank god, and May snuck over to pour herself a tall drink. The lithe, lively, tri-hair-colored women watched from across the room and continued their awe-struck conversation. This was Rose Parson, Teresa Mire, and Pat Ridgehearth, higher ups at May's mother's company who were known to be quite caddy women especially since their stressful jobs left them little time to watch the soap operas they loved.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" Rose asked, her perception in shambles from the sight of May's silhouette, especially as the girl leaned back and downed a drink.

"Never."

"I am at a loss for words."

"The poor babe."

"She must have terrible back problems."

"Rose!"

"It's true. I feel for the girl. Imagine you couldn't run or jump or hardly walk?"

"I don't want to."

"She's keeping her coat on."

"I noticed that. With her hands no less."

"Suppose it doesn't fit?"

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I can't picture the bra she must be wearing."

"I'm no engineer."

"Ladies, don't you suddenly feel ten pounds lighter?"

"Like a Malibu Barbie."

"It's good to see her out of the house though."

"Yes, such a good thing."

"Really."

"Bravo."

"A most courageous woman."

"If I was her, I don't know what I'd do."

"I'd be under the covers."

"How does she sleep with someone? Their appearance must be..."

"She needs a very understanding boyfriend."

"A strong one."

"She's petite though, isn't she?"

"Hardly has an ounce of fat on her."

"Slim and lean everywhere — almost."

May chugged a second drink and thought about where to hide next. Perhaps take an early trip to the bathroom and kill twenty minutes?

"Where do you suppose she gets her bras?"

"A very patient tailor."

"Must be."

"I could never."

"Let someone touch and measure you?"

"Exactly. You wouldn't find me getting weighed on the scale at the grocery store."

"Haha." The ladies split their sides at the comical image.

"Suppose the tailor has one of those scales? They must take their weight into consideration."

"I'm sorry but you don't suppose she's lactose intolerant, do you?"

"Oh, Rose, your terrible."

"Got milk?"

"God, would you quit it."

"If she was stranded on an island she wouldn't go hungry."

"Fuck's sake. You're a live one. No more drinks for you."

"I'm trying to keep it light. I could be all depressing about it too..."

Susie grabbed May from the bar just as she was about to slip into the bathroom. "Today will be the day she finally gets some gosh darn social interaction," Susie thought. With a firm hand on May's elbow, she guided her toward the whispering ladies, unaware that she was leading her delectable daughter into a fox den.

"Hello, May! Dearie, so good to see you. Hello, Miss All-Grown-Up."

"Hi there, Mrs. Parson, Mrs. Mire, Mrs. Ridgehearth."

May's chest protruded so much she couldn't see the drinks in the ladies' hands or their purses or shoes. She could only see how much makeup they had on. They looked like glowing faces on an 8K TV.

"Great to see you out of the house."

"We've missed you the last few parties. So goood to see you. Your mother tells us you got a job. You must be so proud."

"A big girl like you growing up."

"Yes, it's alright."

"How are you finding it?"

"Everyone is nice. I've been there a month now."

"They're not working you too hard?"

May flashed back to the conveyor belts. "Sometimes."

"You'll find your rhythm soon."

"Mhm."

"Dear, I'm sorry but not to be rude but, could you come with us for some girl time would you? Susie, you could leave us for a minute, couldn't you?"

"Of course!" Susie obliged, happy to see her co-workers taking an interest. She turned ninety degrees to another squad of people and injected herself promptly like a social butterfly.

The threesome stole away with May in tote to another room and descended into intimated, hushed conversation on a roomy couch. Pat sat in front of May, determined to get a good view. Teresa was to her right and Rose on the left. She was completely surrounded.

"We have to ask — and you'll forgive us if we overstep — but we couldn't help but notice...ahem?" Pat gestured to May chest. May's peacoat protected her somewhat but the ladies had already seen the cat out of the bag.

"That's been going on a few years. I have a condition called macromastia."

*Gasp.*

"Is it contagious?" Pat suddenly took her hand off of May's arm.

"No. It's hormonal. My body produces too much. It effects my mood, sleep, even hair and nails but mostly..."

"Is there no treatment?"

"Not really, no."

"Have you a specialist?"

"I have a doctor but —"

"You need a specialist. My niece had a hormone issue and a specialist cleared it up. I can give you their number. You're not having an allergic reaction, are you?"

"No. What I eat doesn't effect —"

"Rose, wanted to know where you bought your bras."

"Teresa! You witch! Rude of me, I know. But as a woman, I had to know. Surely, you're getting yourself something specially made. Perhaps by a tailor from a foreign country?"

"There is one or two companies I've found that sell bigger bras but they are rare. I think they are based in Europe."

"Foreign have nimble fingers, yes?"

"I guess so?" May didn't know how to answer that.

"And they fit?"

"More or less."

"Dear, the other thing is: you're holding your coat. Is that because it won't close?"

May realized she was holding the bottom of her coat. Her breasts wobbled underneath it like a water bed and she didn't want anyone to notice, even though she already being X-rayed. "Yeah. Mom made me wear a dress with a neckline tonight."

"Oh!"

"Susie is incorrigible!"

"The rabble-rouser!"

"Because she wants me to wear normal clothes but I shouldn't have. Yes, that was a mistake."

"And the coat?"

"The coat is old. It doesn't fit. But it used to."

"Oh, goodness. Perhaps we can find a safety pin so you don't have to hold it?"

"No. It's no worries, really."

"Nonsense."

"I appreciate you ladies but I'm not a socializer."

"But you have to be one. We're here for you."

"Thanks..."

"You cant hide yourself."

May kept her hand on her coat. "I try. I try."

"Heaven forbid, a young lady like you."

"I know this is a far out question but from one woman to the next, could you let us have a peak? If it's not too much trouble."

"You want to see what, uuhh, they look like?"

"Surely, they're very different from regular breasts, right? Are they quite heavy?"

"Um...I don't really..."

"No ones around. We understand how you feel."

"I don't ever..."

"Just a moment, before someone comes in. Come now."

May fingered her coat button, her hands slowly moving to the side, persuaded suddenly by the feeling of authority the older women gave off. Even though they were strangers, they were older women from wealthy backgrounds and complying oddly felt like a given. Against her instincts and as if their eye contact was enough of a command, May drifted the jacket to the side and let a little line of soft, white flesh emerge.

"Oh, goodness."

And the little line grew bigger and bigger until a full moon of pale flesh emerged from underneath the sliding fabric.

"My word."

Rose unsneakily put her hand atop May's, "...May, I?" She winked and removed May's hand herself. Feeling no muscles activity, May went limp and Rose peeled the coat back, revealing a full tabletop of cleavage in a sudden flash. Massive, pale, wobbling breasts exploded into view like they'd been massive before but now were more so. The ladies unlatched their jaws as they watched the teetering mountains bulge. Over the neck of the dress, their excess pressed against the soft fabric. The ladies' instincts to investigate grew from curious to punchdrunk.

"Goodness!"

"My lord!"

"Couldn't be real."

May's breasts were the largest they'd ever seen. It was like having only ever seeing apples, oranges, and plums for a lifetime and then suddenly seeing a pumpkin. They looked at each other and thoughts swirled about concerned comments Susie had made over the last year about how her daughter was growing without end. "The worst part was May doesn't care. She won't talk about it." Now the ladies looked at May with genuine confusion. Who was this girl and how was she getting by?

"I'm sorry but I don't feel comforta—"

"I thought I'd seen it all!"

"Dear, it's not normal to have breasts this big."

"Pat..."

"Not to state the obvious but dear May...this is a bit much."

"You can't tell her that."

"Her mother is worried and we have a right to be concerned. We're practically her aunts."

"I'm..." May tried to speak but was weighed down by the alcohol, attention, and literal weight. Her voice box was flatter than a pancake.

"Because if you're not, you are going to lose your head. Seriously, where is your head? Are you thinking about your future?

"I can't help—"

"Because you want a husband and children, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Then you mustn't misunderstand us." Pat put her hands on Mays chest, breaking the touch barrier suddenly. Five fingers sunk in the mushy globes like toes on a beach. "These..." She shifted her hand under the shelf. "Oh, no, no." It balanced on Pat's palm and moved to the rhythm of her bobbing finger. May's boob was heavy. It was warm and expansive. Pat poked her palm up into the middle and watched the shadow cast throughout the indent as she went. "When did you start getting big?"

"About three years ago."

"When did you get this big?"

"This past year."

Pat caressed the fleshy curves with a tempted finger. "They're great if you want to be in Guinness. But you have no idea why they're growing? You don't do anything weird to cause it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you?"

"Like what?"

"Do you hang around strange people? Take drugs?"

"No, ma'am."

The noise of the party blared into the room as the music got louder. May's dress felt like it might as well not exist, it was so thin. Rose joined Pat and put her finger atop May's boob and pressed into the soft flab. "Oh, that's weird!" May froze at the touch. She'd never been touched before, let alone by two people at once who were touching more like children than adults.

"May, are going to let yourself get bigger and bigger? Then what?"

"I want to touch too." Teresa said, joining Pat and Rose. She pressed her finger in, creating a triple-pronged whack-a-mole mallet that the cleavage bulged around responsively.

"Up, down."

"Pat, don't push so hard."

"I'm not pushing hard. You're pushing hard."

"Am not."

Pat tried to see how far she could push. "Amazing..." She watched her finger trampoline on the cleavage. "They really don't end."

"May, you must be the most busty girl in the world."

"I have to see how this fits on you, I'm sorry," Teresa said. She suddenly grabbed at May's coat and, in a swift gesture, forced it off of her sides and around her chest. "Come on, suck it up girl."

"Honestly, I can't fit." May looked in horror at Teresa's aggressive hands squirming across her chest, grabbing the thick fabric of her jacket.

"Nonsense, I've got two daughter's into prom dresses after a month of partying."

"Oww." The jacket was horribly small and in no way fit around the generous curves it needed to encompass. It couldn't get around more then 75% of them. But Teresa was unphased and tore at the fabric, hoping brute force would get the job done. "Mmmmphf!" May's boobs busted forward as the jacket neared closing but the obstacles were too round and big. They were too uncontrollable. Hope against hope, Teresa's inelegant touch yanked more. "May, you're not sucking in enough." May couldn't help but balloon bigger with each tug. She watched her boobs rise in front of her eyes and obscure the faces of the gleeful women. "Don't be fussy now."

"Honestly, I don't think—"

"I'll have you done up. You'll be a lady in no time." Pat and Rose volunteered on May's sides and grabbed a boob each. They grabbed as much as their four hands could and pushed inwards. Teresa exclaimed, "Yes!" The coat ends miraculously came together and May's boobs exploded up in a grand escalation like an instant-inflate airplane life vest set to maximum pressure. They were completely out of her meager bra cups now.

"Too much..." May squealed, choked from the crush.

RIIIIIIIIIP.

The ladies looked at one another. Teresa had buttoned the coat. The button was fastened. May's cleavage was covered. The crisis was averted. But Teresa pulled the jacket and, without much effort, felt it slip towards her in two pieces.

May felt tremendous physical relief but didn't understand what had happened. The jacket had ripped straight down her back. May's chest was fully revealed now. Fat cups hung in plain view, trembling, unclothed in the middle of three gawking woman with no jacket to cover them, hardly a bra to support them, and no real dress to minimize them. They bulged sloppily out of the neckline and threatened, it seemed, to fall across her entire lap. Everyone's gaze was centered and no one ignored how truly massive they were. Even some people in the other room, amid the loud music, had a sixth sense that something alien had entered the party.

"May, I think your jacket might have ripped," Pat said, dissatisfaction in her voice.

May fell backwards into the couch. The building of pressure in her chest and sudden release sucked the air out of her lungs. She was, for a moment, as light as feather.

"OOOOH," Rose exclaimed. May's small waist appeared from under her as she leaned back. The sight of such a perfectly fit abdomen amazed Rose. "You're not fat at all!"

"No, you're not!" Teresa chimed in, putting her arm on May's non-existent belly. "Very thin girl! Good girl!"

"Suppose we....hmmm." Pat pondered the possibilities. The girl was simply too big and without a jacket. She couldn't maneuver around the party like this. Could their coats fit her? Hardly. Maybe they could stich this coat together and add a few inches? Not enough time for that. How could May possibly spend the night at this party without embarrassing herself?

.........

May, along with the help of Pat, Rose, and Teresa, snuck out the backdoor of the party, needing to walk through the main room only briefly. It was embarrassing not because her breasts were out but rather because May was wrapped in a blanket snatched from the couch of whosever's house it was. Pat ensured May she'd buy the host a new one.

"Kiddo, where'd you go?" Susie texted her daughter later that night.

"Wasn't feeling too good. Took an uber home."

"Ok. Thanks for coming tonight. Be home in a few hours. If you're asleep by then, gnight. Love you." Susie knew her daughter was pushing boundaries by going out at all so she was proud of her for staying as long as she did. She was happy she got to interact with a few friends too. Sitting home all day everyday was no was to live.

"Love you too, Mom."

May put her coat in the trash, careful to bag it up and put it in the outside garbage can so it wouldn't be seen. She tucked herself into bed early. The covers laid over her chest and, as she shifted in her sleep, so did they, tugging against the tucked-in-part under the mattress. By the time she woke up, the sheets were untucked.


........


The ladies continued as drunk as ever.

"How much do you suppose they weighed?"

"30 pounds each?"

"More."

"How much do you think she weighed?"

"120?"

"May is half boobs!"

"That's immposible, you idiot."

"You want to talk about immposible? I'm the one who got her coat buttoned."

"And you ripped it like a dog."

"Better that then to not have tried at all."

"They couldn't be thirty pounds."

"And yet they were!"

"Phones without cords, social media, gay marriage — anything is possible these days."

"Ain't that the truth."

The ladies downed their seventh drink and let out a unified, spontaneous laugh. Some nights were simply stranger than fiction. It was a pity their oft-fantasized, self-starring reality show hadn't filmed that night.

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 8​

After last week's eventful party, May laid in bed and wondered how she was going to spend her Thursday when her phone lit up from an unknown number. "Hey, it's me Teresa, your favorite auntie. You should be expecting a text from —" Beeeeeeep. Another unknown number blinked on screen. "Hi there, Miss Queen. My name is Randy and I'm a nutrition specialist and wellness expert and I was told that somebody needed a little makeover<333" What in the world? May texted her "Aunt" Teresa and learned that she had booked her an appointment with this herbal specialist, the one who apparently fixed her daughter's allergy problem. Teresa was extremely excited and so was this guy. He started texting information about earth crystals and macro smoothies and May didn't know what to text back until the phone rang.

"Dearie, hello. How are you? Have you been getting my texts?" Teresa sounded like she was calling from a megaphone.

"Uhh... yes."

"So, this guy Randy, sweetest smartest guy I ever met. He runs a wellness shop on Parkson Ave. I got you a consultation appointment."

"Wait, Teresa. I don't know what—"

"This guy changes lives. Did he text you?"

"He did but—"

"Okay, the appointment is for tomorrow. I'll text you directions. Be there at two." Teresa's Italian accent made "there" sound like "theya."

"But I have work..."

"You have to shut up before I crash this car."

"What?"

"Sorry, the twins are being ANIMALs right now." Teresa turned to the back seat of her car and slapped Paula's knee, one of her twin daughters, and nearly drove the car into a forest. She hung up on May and left her standing in her room wondering what all that was about. May googled Randy and found a splashy website full of inspirational quotes. "If your dreams don't scare you, they aren't BIG ENOUGH." He was just five blocks away and even though May had work tomorrow, she thought about the appointment all afternoon and ended up calling out.

Recently, she had thought about being smaller. For the longest time, she didn't have to care because no one saw her and it was just the cats and her mom but since she started working, it became obvious that having breast this big wasn't the easiest thing. It was one thing to be this way on her couch but it was another when she had her boss telling her to go fill up a palette with boxes and then push it across the warehouse. She couldn't move with them. They bounced every step and not small delicate bounces but thud, thud, and thud. They slapped inside her bra and against her body when she did anything other than walk as slow as possible. The indents in her shoulders didn't go away even if she didn't wear a bra for twenty four hours. Random consequences were never-ending and people never knew how to react. May needed to explain herself every time she met somebody new. So, she confirmed with Randy. Maybe he knew a way to help her out.

The next day started off very promising. May even liked her outfit. It was kind of similar to her purple party dress although without nearly as much neckline. Just a tasteful U at the neck with two inches of cleavage that led to a long drooping wall of breasts. It was no safeguard shirt but, May admitted, it was a regular-style shirt that she'd have to get used to wearing. White stripes ran across it and it fit fine all things considered. Compared to her work uniform, she didn't have to worry about tucking it in or keeping it buttoned either. The only problem was just how far the armpit fabric stretched out but that was pretty much unavoidable at her size. Her jeans felt good too. It was nice to hear how skinny she was. Honestly, she didn't get any attention for her body besides you-know-what so to be told she was traditionally beautiful too made her feel really good.

Once inside the shop, May knew she was in for an experience. The walls were lined with bottles of herbal medicine. There was a bean bag chair, beaded door, techno music buzzing, and behind the counter a lean, Hawaiian-shirt-wearing, frost-tipped guy with big teeth that look like mirrors. "Darling, May. Oh my word. My dear. My sweet soul."

"Hi, there."

"You must be May. You look exactly like Teresa described..." Randy sing-songed his voice like a cheerleader.

"Oh—"

"My name is Randy Memphis. Welcome to my little slice of heaven." He explain what May already knew, that he was an eastern medicine doctor.

"Engorged."

"Excu—"

Randy put his hands under May's boobs and hefted them like produce. "Really something. You are going to have to tell me the whole story. This is the most important day of your life. Teresa told me that she met the loveliest little angel in the world at a party but this angel couldn't fly because Mother Nature had given her way too many doses of booby potion. Now, of course I don't know you but I have a sneaking suspicion that this may be a little more than Mama Nature's doings. Am I right?"

"Whaa?"

Randy shook his head. "Somebody's been doing something to their body..."

May was speechless.

"Wait. Don't say anything." Randy moved his hands to the middle of her breasts and went right on top of the nipples. He pressed in and tangled his fingers. "Fungool, my girl. Bless your spinal column." He picked up May's hand and kissed it. "I want you to know that you do not have to go through life like this."

May didn't know what to say but after the depression she had been feeling recently and all the sudden attention and contact, it was all a bit too much for her to handle. Two little tears bubbled in her eyelids and dribbled down. She kept her hand in Randy's even though she usually hated someone holding it.

"Dearie, do you hear what I'm telling you? Young pretty girls like you deserve the world. And not to be carrying around two in their bra..." He winked. "Come on. We have a busy day." He pulled May by the arm, through the beaded door, and into the backroom. There was a massage table there and a gay flag and a table full of crystals. Randy made coffee and the two relaxed into cushy bean bag chairs.

"Now, we're going to do some tests but I think you are a victim of what I like to call the Food Wars, okay? I don't know how much you know about what they don't want you to know about, but food companies put chemicals in food to make it taste better and they have no idea what the effects are. Guess what? All over the country, girls are missing their periods." Randy stared with intensity. "Their hair is thinning out, nails are chipping, and you, my dear, just might be the most headline-worthy one of all. What they have done to you is criminal and I won't stand for it."

"You mean, like, put hormones in the milk?"

"Yes! Hormones in the goddamn milk. And you have a sensitivity. You are a sensitive soul and those fucking companies..." Randy put his finger in the air and twirled it around. "...did all of this to you. Okay? So, I don't want you to cry another damn tear in my presence because you are not at fault. It's all of those crooked cowboy, oil-tycoon farmers with their hormone injectors walking puffed up livestock into too-tight stalls and milking them from all their worth. Okay? If you and I went to one of these fucking farms, we would burn it — actually scratch that, I would never take you to one because they would hold you hostage and never let go. Oh my God. Could you imagine?"

"What?"

"All they care about it profit. Two legs or four, they'd do it. They'd milk a rock if they could."

"But —."

"They'd put a blue ribbon on you and take you to the county fair! Yes, May."

For the next thirty minutes, May let Randy do something that she never let anybody do, ever. At Randy's request, she let him examine her. He wanted to see how her heart chakra was doing and so he lifted her shirt up over her head and disrobed. She didn't think twice as Randy's fast-talking cooed her mind into softened mush. Her boobs, in their full glory, bounded out of her shirt and into the room with a ceremonious tumble. With another wave of Randy's finger, she did the unthinkable and reached around her back and undid her bra clasps one by one. One... two... three... four. They came apart and the straps slipped off her shoulders and suddenly her protective cups — barrier between her secret and the world — came off. She held the released weights in her hands and leaned forward. A crevice gaped between her and the bra. Bending a few more degrees forward, the cups fell into May's hands completely and her naked breasts finally sat exposed, pointing out from her, a foot and half over her small body. Randy, who of course was prepared for the unimaginable, was not prepared for what he saw because, like most special things, he just don't know what they truly were all about until he saw them.

"Oh, my. You, May, you...I...I have never seen anybody like you in my life, dear. You have done it today."

May crossed her arms over her chest and they flowed over top and from under them. They mashed together and May's toothpick arms only covered them like a thin strip.

"Let the inspection begin. Would you please, May..." He put his hand on May's arm and pulled it away. Blop. The left breast fell like a dunked cannonball. "And now the other." Blop. Jiggle. Jiggle. "I cannot believe the size of these." Randy put all ten of his fingers underneath the breasts and slowly crushed upward. "Holy Lordie. So much. Is it okay if I poke?" He put his finger into May's breast just above the nipple and it sunk right in. "How do you walk around all day? I'm asking you seriously. I want to get one of those farmers in here right now and show them what they've done to you."

"It's really hard," May whimpered. No one had ever showed her so much sincere concern before. Her mom was concerned obviously but she nagged way too much and repeated the same ten annoying remarks. "It's a lot."

Randy could hardly lift her chest because it was too heavy. The width of one boob made it so even with two hands all he could do was wobble it on his palms and marvel. The moving flesh atop his hand reflexively shook with the contact and May watched it go around and around with shocked, desperate eyes. He looked so awe struck that he actually saw a heart chakra. "Together, apart, together apart." He pulled them apart and pushed them together with both hands and May exhaling loudly each time. "We're going to have to do a full cleansing for you, okay? I want to look at your spine. I need to look at your glands. Because you are producing estrogen at a dangerous rate. You are filling up with something. What does it feel like when you grow?"

May flashback to her nights in bed with her pump, cords all over the place with tangled, plastic machinery. Long days exhausted her and she laid down after in total freedom with only the dark, calm night, sound of her pump, and dull feeling of tingles. Tingles started small in her breasts and then concentrated into two huge, hot bulges. At the maximum settings, her chest burned with a soothing fire. "Well, it's kind of like humming. Everything is quiet and I get tingly in them...all over in places I never would have noticed if not for the feeling. It goes on and on and eventually it's everywhere and really strong and I sit there and soak it all in. It's like...I don't know."

"You feel them get bigger?"

"Yes, because they get swollen at night when I try to sleep. And the next day they're back to normal but still a little bit bigger."

"Nighttime. Hmmmm."

"Yes. But lately. I feel them get bigger all the time. I feel like I can watch them get bigger. Like, I feel I'll be sitting at a red light getting bigger. I'm waiting for my food to come and getting bigger. But I don't know if it's just in my head. At this point, they're so big that I don't know when I'm growing truly because I can't tell for sure until I'm outgrowing my clothing and it's too late. That's the only time I really know."

Randy got out a tape measured and wrapped it around May. "No, keep talking." The cool metal raised goosebumps around her circumference.

"My mom doesn't know what to do. She's worried about me but can't help. I don't blame her. I wish she would let me do what I want and trust me. Help me my way. But she wants me to see a doctor—"

"52 inches around." He thought to himself and made a mental note. "A Western doctor? A butcher?" he asked.

"Yes. She's too much. I can feel her anxiety for me even if she doesn't realize it."

"Smother mother." He made another mental note. "32 inches under bust."

"Yeah. And I wish she'd give me space..." May sniffled.

Randy leaned forward and hugged May. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her as her boobs swelled under their chins. May hugged back and a desire to connect came out sincerely despite the awkward placement of her breast completely smothering them two.

"The next step is to wake up the heart chakra. Okay? It might feel funny but I'd like you to swing them."

"Swing—?"

"Like church bells one Sunday. We need a rhythm. Don't think about it just..."

He put his hands on May's shoulders and tilted her forward and back. "Side to side. Like that." May's shoulder cartilage crackled and back muscles stretched out of knots as he went. "MMMMMM." She hummed loudly, involuntarily. Bump, bump, bump. Her own will took over and, with her boobs moving, her body responded. The tingle started up and it was one that might not completely stop for an hour or so even after swinging. It made her think back to the cows Randy was talking about and their big soft masses of bursting breasts. "Full..full...what are they full of?" she asked.

"Hormones. If we had a bottle of some here and you drank it, we'd need a wheelbarrow to get you out the door. It goes in and doesn't come out. You have an itty bitty sensor in your boobs and you can make them grow by stimulating it. You can make the body do anything."

"Can you make them smaller?"

"It will be difficult but the best we can do is try."

"Ohhh." The conversation blurred her thoughts.

"Keep swinging. Breathe through your nose. Do they hurt?"

"No."

"Go a little harder then."

Now the tingles really started. May swung back and forth over her ribs and then her arms were covered even. Her breast felt like they were swinging her, like her shoulder blade were catching up with how much they moved. Woop, woop, woop. They started to clap now with one going right and the other going left and then meeting in the middle with a slap.

"Does that hurt?"

"MMhmm."

Randy put his hands in the middle of the firing range and felt the two big masses slapped around him. It was hot, somewhat damp, and astonishly heavy. "Close them on me with your hands. Go ahead. Yes, give me a hug. Feel that?" May swallowed them up.

"It's so weird."

"The heart chakra, May. That's it. What does my hand feel like?"

"Hard and warm. It's inside me."

"Exactly. We have to do something to you otherwise you're going to keep getting bigger, my dear." He put his other hand on May, steadied her shoulder, and then coolly pulled his hand out. "Ahhhhhh." He exhaled. May kept her breasts pressed together and felt the warm imprint of his hand deep in her chest. "Okay, calm down for a second." He smoothed down her arms. "And what about your nipples? What do they feel like?" He put two fingers around one and pinched. The pink-brown nipple immediately responded and grew bigger and fuller in his fingers with just a little bit of tweaking. It became three times its relaxed size and popped out wide. Even May's areola swole up and protruded too. "Wow." He pulled on it whole and grabbed her other nipple and tweaked. He warmed that one up until it was just as big as the first and the areola swollen to the same bulging island. He traced his fingers around them in circles and watch little bumps grow on top of them. "How does that feel?"

"Funny. Ohhh."

He mashed into the nipples with two fingers, pressing down into the nipple until it was swallowed by the boob. He shifted over the tops and pushed the nipples slightly in a circle as the edges rubbed against the boob wall around it.

"Definitely hormones. These nipples are full of them. You're going to drink a lot of organic milk to flush them out. This is what you body needs." He rubbed the circles deeper and pushed until her nipples were far into her breasts. "Second, no more standing near the microwaves or TVs, and only talk on the phone with it away from you ear. Stay away from power lines if you can help it. Electromagnetism is no joke." May felt an electric sensation in her nipples pulse out like she was glow. She felt her boobs glow against Randy's hands and blow up around her nipples even more.

Just as May was nearly about to pass out from the trance, the bell of the shop door rung and in came Teresa with her daughter, Paula and Debbie, each holding a large Dunkin Donut coffee and sipping liquid caffeine. "I thought we were going to Wendy's?"

"Is this a scientology building?"

Out of the corner of her mouth, Teresa whispered. "Shut it. Susie's daughter is here with an appointment. You idiots have been here before."

"This is the guy who cured my thyroid with apple juice." Paula winked to Debbie, poking her in the hip.

"The Buddha incarnate."

"Shhhhhhh. Hello, Randy? Are you back there?" Teresa whispered again. "Not a word," she said to her daughters.

Through the beaded door, just barely in view, Paula spied a dark purple rag. She concentrated on it and... it looked like a bra? The cups covered the seat of a chair though. It was probably a gag gift.

"Who's bra is that?" she asked loudly.

May suddenly broke out of the trance and looked around the room with her eyes blinking wide. Randy let go of her breasts and they plopped on her stomach unceremoniously. The slap made May realize that she was naked in a backroom of a shopping mall store, ten feet from huge windows that led to the public with only a beaded door to separate her from whoever announced that question.

"Just a minute!" Randy hollered. "Okay, dear, just a minute." He looked at May and reached for her bra and shirt. "Time to get dressed."

"Randy! I see you," Teresa said, marching to the door and peaking her forehead through the beads. "Oh, Jesus in heaven! What is going on in here?"

May did up her third clasp.

"What is it, Mom?" Paula dug her head under her mom's armpit and saw a young, skinny girl holding the alarming bra over her shoulder and rushing to close it up. With her arms stretched behind her back, her posture stuck her chest out and Paula realized the bra was not a gag gift. The girl had boobs to match it, two boobs that looked so large that they swallowed her itty bitty frame. She was a thin girl with thin legs but her boobs were as big as the rest of her body. What the fuck? "This is crazy. This is Susie's daughter?" She tried to think about what Susie looked like.

May's face turned bright red at the sound of the beads rustling and Teresa's unmistakable voice. She slipped her arms into the shirt fast and almost ripped it apart with her speed. "Come here," Randy said, holding the sleeve and guiding her arm. "Just a minute," he waved at Teresa. Then he looked at May. "Relax, relax. I know. I know."

Debbie stood in the front room and looked at the jars of herbs. "Tyme, rosepepper, maple, agerene, salom. If only these could get you high," she thought.

Teresa ignored Randy's wave and walked towards May's twisted body, hugged her, and kissed her forehead while she still had one arm chicken-winged in the shirt sleeve. "How's it been?" Teresa grabbed May's bra strap through the back of her shirt, pulled it, snapped it back into her with a whack. "Any progress on the homefront?"

Randy's eyes bulged with alarm as he smiled at Teresa. "Yes, we've found the problem. May needs to be on a diet of clean, healthy diary."

"Diary? The enemy?"

"Chemicals is the enemy. I have special, organic milk she can drink. It'll teach the body to regulate and May will regulate."

At the words "regulate," May's ears perked and she wondered what that meant? Did that mean she would shrink up and go back to having regular boobs? Would she be able to walk around and not be noticed again? Teresa thought, "That's going to be a lot of milk." Paula thought, "Special milk? For $20 a bottle, I'm sure. But wow, this girl is different. She's like, I can't even say. I should invite her out. That would be interesting."

 

[veeboob]

Fantastic, here's hoping this cure is as unreliable as it sounds! Great chapter

 

[Curtwill]

So getting this straight, May's now a 32MM(T Cup in US sizing)now? WOW

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 9

"I give it about four to six weeks before we see results," Randy shifted his eyes around the room. "This is going to be a group effort. May needs a lot of support."

May sat quietly, taking in the overwhelming sight of so many people focused on her. The group sat in a semicircle with Randy at the helm while he gave everybody the lay of the land for May's new diet. Teresa leaned forward with rapt attention, happy to be in the mix of a new drama that she could assist in. Her daughters, Paula and Debbie, sat back in their chairs coolly, half-listening and half-thinking about the impossibility of May. How did she exist? Where did she go to school? How did they not know about her?

"That's it? Drink milk? What about heat? Sunlight?"

"Good questions, Teresa. Sunlight is a no-no because that's growth energy. How would you feel walking around with an umbrella, May?"

That was the last thing she wanted to do. "I don't know. Seems funny."

"Heat does no good either. You need to sit in air-conditioned rooms. When you drive, AC all the way up. As a matter of fact, I've got just the thing." Randy opened a drawer and pulled out a fair trade band-aid. "Take four of these. Put them in a cross symbol over your pokey bits." He held his hands on his own nipples. "We need to cool you down and, ladies, we know what likes to say hello when the weather gets chilly."

Paula internally rolled her eyes. "As if this poor girl didn't have enough problems."

"Would you like to do them now?"

"This is crazy," Debbie thought to herself.

Randy rolled up his sleeves and rolled his chair to May. "Place the pads over the humps and press tightly..." Randy applied the bandaids to May's nipples in full view of the room, not realizing that May's bra band was being pulled so hard by her boobs flopping over the cups that it felt like a parachute was trying unsuccessfully to explode across her back.

"Did you take her measurements?" Teresa asked.

"52 inches around."

"You're joking. May, you know what they say about belly fat being bad for you? What about all this blubber?"

"Teresa, Jesus. This is a process."

Paula nudged her mom to say 'cool it.'

"Don't nudge me. I don't see either of you showing any concern. How about you, May? How do you feel?"

She sat with her shirt up to her neck and her boobs out with bandaids crosses on her nipples. May felt as ridiculous as ever. "I feel great," she said.

"Can we get you anything? You want to get started on the milk?"

Randy loved Teresa's enthusiasm but was annoyed when she tried to bogart leadership. "I've got two bottles right here," he said, pulling them out of a mini fridge. "Here. May, you can get started."

May sipped on the concoction and noted it's thick, protein-like texture. It also had gooey drippings in it almost like aloe or bubble tea. It was by far the thickest, most involved milk she'd ever had.

Just then a young newlywed couple walked by the door and saw May with her shirt up. Having just got into town to visit her husband's eccentric in-laws, the bride thought to herself, "Jesus. This whole place is weird."

Randy didn't notice at all. "Should we do another heart chakra ceremony?" He brushed off May's boob as if there was dust on it.

"Maybe I could just go back in my bra?"

"Of course. Of course." Randy helped May's boobs into their natural place. "Now you three are just meeting, aren't you?" He nodded to Paula, Debbie, and May. "You're all the same age. Why don't you exchange social media? Add each other on TikTok." Randy knew Paula and Debbie were well-connected girls that could give May a social boost. Little did he know that Paula and Debbie were 18 but May was 23, not that much older but definitely enough in high school terms to be considered "older." No one cared but it was another thing that reminded May how out-of-sync she was. She wished she was 18 and "perky" again.

"Why don't you all take a picture together?" he said, pushing his arms together. "Scooch, scooch." May and the twins awkwardly got into a line, shoulder to shoulder, and smiled for the camera. The picture was quite beautiful and showed off just how young and attractive everybody was. Of course May's overstretched shirt was hard to miss and it took up more of the picture than seemingly either of Paula or Debbie's whole bodies but if you just looked at their faces, you saw truly gorgeous girls who could go anywhere in the world. Looking at the picture, May admired Paula and Debbie's tall, blonde, Olympian silhouettes.

"Send that to me," they squealed in unison.

"Sure thing," May said, scrolling to her contacts. Her mom and her manager were the last people's she'd texted in months.

"You don't have a Tiktok?"

"No. I kind of missed that trend."

Paula broke out into a dance and put her hands on her head like a fish fin and gyrated like a salmon swimming upstream.

"Oh, God," Teresa said. "No TikToking before 5pm, for the love of God."

May laughed. Paula and Debbie were funny, she thought.

"That's the Swedish Fish," Paula said.

The bell on the door rang and a women in a leg cast walked in on crutches. "Dear, Miss. Beenly!" Randy said, getting up and opening the door wider. "You're back for your bone-thickening solution." He waved the woman to his desk and spun a wheel of fortune that landed on 2%. "And with a big discount today!"

The troupe of ladies took their cue that another customer had Randy's attention and rose from their chairs. Paula and Debbie stretched their arms high in the air. "Crack my back," one said to the other. They hitched onto each other like interlocking puzzle pieces and lifted until loud pops came from their spines. "Fucking right."

"I wonder what that feels like," May wondered.

"Don't forget this!" Randy said, holding a bag of clinking glass milk bottles. The woman in crutches turned curiously to the bag's recipient and wondered what her story was.

"Thanks," May said.

"Now don't forget, AC up all the way," Teresa said, her face jammed into May's barely lowered car window. "Drive under shade if possible." She eyed how close May's boobs were to the steering wheel. "And lean your seat back." She stuck her hand in the tight gap, feeling the soft hump of May's boob against her tiny palm. "The fucking airbag will kill you."

"Nice car," Paula said.

"Thanks." It was May's mom's.

"What are you doing the rest of the day?"

"Headed home. Going to make dinner?"

"Why don't you hang out with the poor girl?" Teresa said, bopping her daughter in the back of the head.

"That's what I was going to say!" She turned to May. "Want to get playa bowls with us?"

Scared but delighted by the invitation, May accepted. She wanted to go home and decompress but she got a good feeling from the twins and didn't want to disappoint them. They piled into her back seat and Teresa screeched off in the distance, hollering, "Refrigerate that Randy milk!"

"She's a psycho," Paula offered.

"A beautiful woman. But a psycho," Debbie concurred. "So, do you know the playa spot in the strip mall across the highway?"

"Yes."

"That's the place. It's got the best Nutella."

The giddy threesome hightailed it there and sat under an umbrella at a picnic table with their sweet meals in hand. May swirled the ingredients and relished the explosive, textured taste, suddenly reminded how she'd been eating mostly boring oatmeal breakfasts and cold cut for years.

"Good?" Paula asked.

May nodded.

"So, our mom hooked you up with Randy? How'd you find him?"

"He was nice. He's..." she recalled his initial monologue about "the boobie fairy" giving her too much boobie potion. "— he's really colorful, obviously, but very sweet. I don't know if his milk is going to work but I'm willing to try."

"It's going to make you bigger."

"Why do you say that?"

Paula and Debbie looked at each other. "Because he doesn't know what he's talking about. Eastern medicine isn't real. It's just going to fatten you up like regular milk."

"I have to try." May said, cracking a half smile. "I don't have a choice."

"Are you still growing?"

"Recently, yes."

Paula and Debbie recoiled, temporarily at a loss that May's boobs were growing without end. "All I'm saying is, take his advice with a grain of salt." After a pause she added, "Do they hurt?"

"Not really. Sometimes. If I wear a bra for too long or if I go for too long without one."

"Have you ever had them checked by a doctor?"

"Not really. I have a phobia, I guess."

"You have to get over that."

"Yeah." May mixed around the food in her playa bowl and looked down, subconsciously comparing her boobs to the bowl. Each boob was about six bowls and since she could only finish half a bowl in a sitting, that meant her boobs were big enough to feed ten people and then some. "You're not wrong. It sounds weird to say but they got a lot bigger without me realizing it. It happened slowly."

"But what about your clothes? Didn't you realize you were outgrowing them?"

"I did but I guess I just bought bigger sizes."

"And what about your bras? What do people at school say?"

"They started to grow after school. I had boobs but not these. These are just years and years of me being an idiot."

"It's not your fault. But you should get them checked out." Paula poked May's boob with the plastic fork and winked. "If you get any bigger I think you're going to get hired at the Playa Bowl. I hear they're looking for exotic melons."

"Yeah, I guess I just need to suck it up and let them juice me..." May said, surprising herself with the joke.

"What do you do for work?" Debbie asked.

"I work at a warehouse."

"A warehouse? What kind of warehouse?"

"It's for Best Buy. All the products get shipped there and then we ship them out to the stores."

"That sounds awful."

"It's something."

"You couldn't get a job at a restaurant or, I don't know, as a cashier?"

"I'm not really a socializer. I'm really a homebody. So the warehouse fits me wel —"

"How old are you? Are you 18?"

"No. I'm 23."

"Oh. When did you graduate?"

"2017."

"Did you know a Laura Paine?"

"Yeah. She was in theater."

"She's our cousin."

"Oh, wow." May got anxiety thinking about running into someone from high school. So far she had been able to dodge seeing anybody.

"Do you remember what it was like to have small boobs?"

May ate a strawberry and thought back. "I remember being young. Like 10 or 11 and I was really good at sports. I played them all. But then, after that, high school was just regular. And since then I've been growing a lot. I don't know. I guess, I don't. I honestly try not to think about being smaller because I feel like, 'What's the point?' I can't go back."

"May, this is so depressing. What are you talking about?"

"I don't know. I mean I'm super super big, like crazy big obviously."

"Don't be so depressing though." Paula took the fork and poked it into May's boob again. "Jiggle, jiggle jiggle. Don't get all upset because you've got watermelons on your chest. That's no reason to be mopey."

"Hey, cut it out."

"Come on, what is this? I think you secretly like them. You want to be a special item at Playa Bowl so bad."

"That's not funny." May flicked away the fork and turned her boobs away as best as she could.

"May?" a surprise voice yelled from across the plaza. The girls turned their heads and saw a friendly-looking guy with well-pressed clothes walking towards them. It was Peter, May's manager. "Hey, May. I thought I saw you. Hi there."

May was frozen in time and couldn't reply. She had just been going out on a limb with strangers and having some safe, fun conversation about her boobs and now here was her boss seeing her in real life? In plain clothes? Her uniform was even tighter than her regular clothes but something about being in regular clothes made her feel more vulnerable. Maybe it had to do with reality. Like, she didn't magically become a normal person when she left work. Plus, she didn't have her back brace to keep her boobs hoisted up. They were all big and all over. She felt frumpy and massive.

"Hi, Peter," she said after a delay.

"Nice day for some playa. What are you up to?"

"Not much. Just eating a playa bowl."

He chuckled. "Yes, same here. I'm here with my kid." He pointed back to an 8-year-old at another table slurping away at a Nutella smoothie.

"Cool."

There was an awkward silence and Peter got a feeling that maybe May didn't want to talk so he smiled and said, "Anyway, funny seeing you. Nice to meet you ladies." He walked away confused but not too offended. Most employees at the warehouse were not interested in relationships outside work anyway.

The twins turned to May in a great fury. "Who the fuck was that guy?"

"Why didn't you introduce us?"

"I don't know. That's my boss from work."

"From the warehouse?"

"Yeah."

"He's ripped. Holy shit."

"Oh my god."

"What? Don't be embarrassed. That dude's fine as hell. And he's got a kid so you know he's mature and responsible."

For ten minutes, the twins goaded May about her boss and expressed how in disbelief they were that she wasn't more relaxed around him since he was so nice. "He's got a warehouse body for sure. Go up talk to him. Just say, 'Hey, nice to see you outside of the warehouse. I love your shirt.'"

"I could never."

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird..."

"He likes you. I saw it in his eyes."

"No, stop."

"Why would he come up to you then?"

"Because he's friendly."

"May, if there is a guy who freaking looks at you and sees you for you and isn't distracted by your boobs, you have to talk to him."

"Okay!" May said, burying her face in her hands. She had had enough for one day. She knew everybody meant well but she couldn't take anymore talk. Not that that mattered to Debbie who stuck her fork underneath May's elbow and poked her again.

"Come on. Don't get all shy. Your boobs aren't shy, are they? No. They're like, 'Come on. Peter, give me attention. We haven't been small since 8th grade. We need a man's touch.'"

"Please, freaking quit it, guys!" May said loudly, her voice carrying to other tables.

"Okay..." the twins whispered. "Jeez."

They changed the subject and chit chatted for another few minutes but eventually May adjusted herself in her seat said, "Hey, this was great but I have to get home to mom. Thanks for everything."

"No problem," the twins said. As they left, Debbie scooted over to Peter's table and not-so-surreptitiously added, "Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm May's friend, Debbie. So nice to meet you. She said nice things about you. Said you were the best manager in the warehouse."

Peter smiled and laughed. "Thanks." He waved to May who stood a ways away by the curb.

"I think it's really great that you took your son out for playa bowls today. They're nutritious and delicious."

"Hahah thank you."

"Anyway, bye-bye."

That night May lay in bed completely annoyed with what Paula and Debbie had done but tried to remind herself that they meant well and that her boobs were her mental hang-up anyway. She feared seeing Peter the next day. She just wanted to blend in and be a number, just another employee. She didn't want to have a personality or be seen. She didn't want anyone to ask her about her boobs or how they were growing. God damn. That was the most uncomfortable thing in the universe. She knew she had to somehow be able to make light of them and not be so awkward but at the same time she was far from feeling comfortable enough to self-deprecate. "Fuck. What the hell?"

Meanwhile in a bed across town, Debbie laid her bed and thought about Peter. She was attracted to older guys and loved the idea of a young, fit, single dad taking his kid out. It was dead sexy. Especially the way he came over to May and was super sweet. "That guy's packing," she thought, re-playing the glance that she took of his crotch and the bulge she saw. She exaggerated it in her head, growing the humble lump into a thigh-spanning pipe. She rubbed herself down and imagined it pitching an inviting tent under the table that she could secretly stroke until it exploded into a playa bowl. "Fuck yeah," she quietly moaned herself. "That's so hot."

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 10

May woke up the next day after her involved consultation with Randy as well as the eventful playa bowl lunch with Debbie and Paula. She diddled around and was happy to see that the house was empty but eventually, for dinner, her mom came home to watch the sunset and the two found themselves in the kitchen, hanging out together quietly. Susie scrolled on her phone and half-listened to the TV but in the midst of it she was also sitting patiently, trying to be less of a helicopter mom and more of the peace May needed. May, who usually ate her dinner as fast as possible so she could go back to her room, felt relaxed because her mom was relaxed and so sat at the table and ate more slowly. Both of them had a weird come-to-Jesus moment. Maybe it was because with May's new job she was likely to move out and the two were trying to make amends.

"Are you going to watch the hockey game tonight?" Susie asked.

"You know I don't watch hockey" May almost said. Instead, she replied, "No. Why? Who's playing?"

"Oh, it's the Silver Apes versus the Red Bills," Susie said enthusiastically.

"That's cool. That's really great. You should get tickets sometime."

Susie thought about her meager bank account and agreed. "I would love to."

May imagined the day that her and her mom could go to a sporting event, sit down with popcorn, cheer in the crowd, and enjoy each other's company.

"Teresa said that you saw a herbal specialist yesterday. A close family friend. Randy?"

"Yeah." May chewed her steak slowly. "I did. He was really nice. I was there about an hour."

"Oh, yeah?"

"He felt that processed food was triggering my body and that I needed to drink more organic milk to flush it out." May paused and then added, "Basically, I'm really, really full of hormones. I keep eating junk food so I keep growing. More vegetables wouldn't hurt."

Susie smiled, happy to hear her daughter talking proactively. And she loved that May wore a proper shirt. It even had cleavage. It was a wrap around dress with a nice pleated design on one shoulder. It was stylish. It was nice to see May not hiding.

"I think it could be really promising. Randy cured one of Teresa's daughter's allergies and apparently he can even help bones heal faster? I'm cautiously optimistic."

"That's great. And I heard that you went out to eat afterwards."

"I did. Paula and Debbie were really nice too. They're funny. They reminded me just how long I'd been out of high school."

"I know. I remember your graduation like it was yesterday. Your picture got frozen on the jumbotron."

"Don't remind me."

"And your professor came up to me and told me that you were one of the best English students he'd ever had. 'Very sensitive analysis,' he said."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You know, May, I love you very much."

"I know."

"So, how much milk does Randy have you on?"

"It's a lot honestly. I didn't realize it until I left. Four big bottles a day."

"Oh my goodness. Are you keeping up?"

"I'm trying to finish my second. I'm behind."

"Give yourself time to adjust."

Speaking of adjustments, May stretched her shoulders and let out loud pops from her upper back. She'd seen Paula and Debbie do the move the day before when they got up from her chair. For all the years of back-straining growth, May had really never learned how to stretch well. It made sense to learn how but she just never had. She didn't know anything about flexibility and the crack in her back was a loud surprise. "Ohhh." She groaned audibly.

"Have some popcorn stashed back there?" Susie teased.

May rotated her shoulders. She watched a YouTube tutorial on stretching that morning. The sensations were unreal. Little fibers and weird clicky things moved. It felt unnatural at first but then really relieving. She put her hands on her breasts and held them while she moved to keep them in place. She usually never held them in front of others, afraid it looked weird, but she didn't want to sacrifice her comfort for embarrassment this time.

After living with May for so many years, Susie knew that she was a closed up person most of the time and didn't touch her breasts if ever — let along hold them. "Stretch, stretch, stretch," she encouraged. "Look." She pointed to the cat who was stretching also.

"Fuuuuuck."

Susie's eyes opened as her daughter rarely cursed. "Want me to get your second drink?" She reached for the fridge. "Maybe we can get you one of those whiteboard calendar so you can keep track of diet and workout?"

"One step at a time, mom." May concentrated on a tight bulge beneath her neck. "But, yeah. That could be nice." She thought a moment about how bad her back was and then asked with sudden honesty, "Why am I so scared of the doctor?"

Susie laughed. "You tell me. I've been wondering for years. You never liked shots but I didn't think you were that afraid of doctors. Hmmmm. Want the truth?"

"Yes."

"I think you're just stubborn. Like me. Like the rest of the family. We don't like doctors. We don't like people poking and prodding. We're self-reliant. But obviously we — well, it can bite us in the ass."

May stood up and walked to the sliding door that faced her backyard. "Randy was really nice," she said. Her eyes weld up and she sobbed out the last word.

"What's the matter?" Susie got up and held their daughter. "What?"

May tried so hard to hold in her sadness but recently she couldn't. "He talked to me...nicely. He was sweet and happy and it was really caring."

Susie put May's head on her chest. "There, there. I bet that felt nice."

"I don't want to be angry. I don't want to hate life."

Now Susie's eyes started to water too. "May, oh my god. You don't hate life."

"It feels that way. Paula and Debbie were nice too and all I wanted to do was leave the whole time we ate."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just don't ever feel comfortable. Ever. Ever. It's fucking hard."

Susie had not heard her daughter break down like this save for when she dropped a hammer on her foot in third grade. May was a vault and this was unprecedented. "Maybe that's all you need. A little more time around Randy and Paula and Debbie. They're sweet people, aren't they? I work with a lot of nice people. You should hang out with us more."

Mace sniffled and took a deep breath. She walked back to the table and finished her second bottle of milk with intention. The cool white liquid relaxed her throat. She looked at the third bottle and thought, "Please, god, help me."

"Why don't you go sit outside? The weather is perfect."

"I think I will."

May went through the sliding door and, instead of viewing it as the backyard where she mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool, she tried to enjoy the weather like her mom often did in her adirondack chair. May's boobs stuck together and instantly sweat but she tried not to think about that. She walked to the chair and even twirled a little bit, letting herself enjoy the unimpededly pleasant sensation of how the wind moved her dress. She knew that she had to radically change her life if she was going to be happy. She couldn't walk around hating what she looked like or the attention she got. She had to learn how to live with it. Hopefully she could shrink her size and be normal again but that was probably going to be a long way off.

Most of all, she had to get rid of her pump. She knew that. She hung out on to it for security. It was a high. It was a simple as that. It felt good to feel numb and tingly and it was a way to kill time. She never knew it would do this to her. She didn't know she was going to grow so much. Because she didn't care about her life even when she was growing G cups and H cups, things that would make other people take notice and panic. She just let it happen. What was another size? Nobody saw her. No one cared. She didn't have any favorite clothes to worry about outgrowing. It just didn't matter. But with how her back pain was, how old she was getting, and how bad her anxiety was, there had to be a change. She scrolled through her phone and looked at Randy's profile picture, a little smiling image with his big white teeth and goofy, outdated frosted hair. She really liked him.

"Thanks for the playa bowls yesterday," she texted Paula and Debbie in a group chat. "Maybe we could do it again sometime."

She cried soft, cathartic tears. Tomorrow was a work day and Mondays were always busy. She felt bad for always trying to do the easy stations because her boobs made mobility hard. There weren't a lot of stations that she could do confidently. But maybe she could try something new. Maybe she could go up to Peter and apologize for not being nicer when he greeted her. But that would be weird. She wanted to impress him somehow and show that she wasn't so closed off.

Across town, Peter left the warehouse after working a double shift. As he passed May's cubbyhole, he saw that her back brace was stretched out and loose, an inevitable consequence of use. He replaced it without a word and thought about how proud he was that she'd worked through her first belt.

The three tri-colored-haired women from the office party clicked glasses over a corporate dinner and didn't talk about May. She'd become old news by then, replaced with rumors about an unwed secretary pregnant with twins, rumored from two different men. But they thought about May privately. She was one of the most intriguing people they'd ever met, the type of person they wanted to reach out and help. Even if May didn't want it.

Her spine fell between the crack of the adirondack chair and fits snugly, suddenly pressuring the sore muscles around it. "Oh fuck." She wriggled and eased into the pleasurable discomfort. She lifted a leg up and tried to see her toes. Another inch. Another inch. Just as her boobs rose to her chin, she saw a tiny big toe peek out and then, releasing her leg, saw it disappear again. She hadn't seen the toe in a long time. She grabbed her milk bottle and chugged decidedly. "These fucking things have got to work." The thick texture hit her again. "I don't know if I can get used to that." It was oddly pleasant but a chore. It was thick and creamy, sometimes sweet and other times bitter, and definitely an unprocessed, un-sugared concoction. "Does regular cow milk really taste like this? I don't know if I can give up processed food."

"We should go shopping sometime," Paula replied to the chat.

"How's the heavy cream diet?" Debbie asked.

"I'm on my third bottle of the day, doctor's orders," May said with an upside down smiley face. "It tastes like syrup and yogurt in a weird way but it's not bad."

Paula sent through heart faces with eyes. "What a connoisseur."

"You guys actually think these will make me bigger?"

"Who knows. I don't think so but it's milk so how could it make your boobs smaller?"

May looked into the sunset and saw a sudden vision of a cow in a field walking around with a bell around its neck. A farmer placed a bucket under its udders while milk dripped out. She saw in the bucket the same creamy goo that she drank.

"Talk to Peter at work today?"

"No. But I'll see him tomorrow."

"Send him my love."

"I will. You should see him in action. He's quite dashing on a forklift."

"Heavy machinery? A man after my own heart."

The truth was, for as sexually advanced and precocious as Paula and Debbie were both in body and mind, they hadn't had that much sexual experience in high school mostly due to the fact that every single guy wanted them and that turned them off. They wanted a mature man, someone who didn't just drool over them at first sight but played it cool and made them chase a little.

May didn't know that at all and assumed them to be the most experienced girls in the world.

Her hand brushed her nipple. She thought painfully about where they were on her breasts, somewhat low. She couldn't imagine someone touching them and liking it. They just didn't seem right. Why would anyone enjoy her? Her boobs were insanely big and prevented her from wearing normal clothes. She might as well not be a woman. If she couldn't wear nice dresses or go shopping, what was the point of being feminine? Maybe the warehouse was the right place for her. But then she thought back to Peter. The way he greeted her made her feel feminine.

 

[Scrumples]

Someone should make a comic of this

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 11

Even though it was nighttime, May's room was perfectly bright from the ring light she'd just bought. Susie ran errands while her daughter pensively stood in the mirror, snapping modest pictures of herself in a forest green cotton sweater. The size medium garment hung softly at her sides, brushing her wrists as she did her best to pose. Underneath the sweater lay a band T-shirt stretched tightly, just about to be too small but still looking cute as it rode a few inches above May's jeans. The stylish outfit was thoughtfully prepared by her, put together that morning when she decided to take photos of herself.

She'd thought of doing it all week actually, at the suggestion of Debbie and Paula. She wore Guess jeans, a $100 pair, which was the most expensive piece of clothing she owned, and they hugged her legs tightly, fashionably, and made her waist look silky and trim. Though rarely the object of attention, her legs stood statuesque in them, nearly shimmering from the shiny gold threads used by the high end brand. Altogether, she wore the stylish outfit proudly. No. Seductively? Definitely not. Contentedly? Yes.

She spent two hours earlier rummaging through her closet, finding oodles of clothing that she'd stowed away and forgotten about. A pink baseball T-shirt from 10th grade? It was nostalgic but too kiddy-ish for this toe-dipping occasion. The dark blue V-neck she received from her visit to Rhode Island? Surprisingly good looking for a tourist item, but not quite. The button up she bought when she thought she was getting a job at her uncle's fabric store? Sharp and professional but too "teacher's pet." No, it came down to a contest between a white, thin-strapped top she got for her cousin's wedding, which admittedly was extremely fashionable, and this band T-shirt. Though nearing the end of its tour of duty, the band T-shirt won the day as it was one of the few articles of clothing May owned that decidedly made her feel like herself.

Behind the ring light sat three large plastic tubs full of clothing, folded carefully and labeled "Donate." She felt better about her self since her talk with her mom, and everything that had happened with Randy. It was time for her to put the past behind her and live her life. She didn't have a clue as to how to do such a existential and vague-sounding thing, but the truth dawned on her that it at least started with trying to see herself in a new light, and, in this case, literally. Debbie encouraged May to take pictures to boost her self-confidence. "Don't feel weird. They're not stupid selfies for Instagram. They're for you to see how beautiful you are. You can love the way you look."

Sorted into three bins were small, medium, and large shirts, and May was struck by the fact that she actually used to fit into all of them at one point or another. It gave her pause. It was only a few years ago that she played tennis in high school, wearing the same petite uniform everyone else did. But she'd really outgrown them. It was no small feat and it didn't happen overnight. She wondered how many different women would wear her clothing when donated. She imagined a room full of people. As depressing as seeing the tubs made her, May consciously didn't dwell on the thought, instead returning her gaze to the mirror in front of her.

Reflected back, she saw a young, dark-haired girl wearing a cozy sweater, gently rocking, and cracking a tiny smile. She thought the girl was pretty. Nervous, obviously, and maybe a quiet, sheltered type, but pretty. And she had fantasies going on in her mind that no one knew about. She thought she looked like a girl you might see on TV walking unknowingly behind an anchor broadcasting on the news — a normal girl. Girls wore outfits like this. Girls wore shirts that showed off their midriff, and sweaters that were too small but were for style and not warmth. She hadn't seen herself in anything besides plain clothes in forever and, truthfully, she liked the way she looked. She always had. Growing up, May liked her body and its unique features, the way her wrists were tiny, arms naturally muscular, and body lengthy. It didn't bother her to be skinny. She liked having pale skin and not-perfectly-straight teeth.

Turning sideways to inspect her profile, May pressed the bottom of her shirt into her belly and pushed her chest out to see it loom. It was big. She rotated slowly, watching the shadow on her belly change angles as her breasts hovered watchfully. She wasn't going to get smaller, she thought. That was impossible. She'd drink these milk concoctions from Randy but it was better if she tried to accept herself and rid the thought that she could conceivably shrink.

She softly squeezed her breasts, spreading her fingers to press into them as if they were really and truly hers. Her hands crawled tentatively and the skin responded. Every inch was softer than the last and, as her fingertips creeped, they were met with more and more. Her palms began to sweat slightly, warming to the very hot temperature of her skin. Her boobs retained a lot of heat naturally and made a moist crest in the center of her cleavage. It was as if there was a tiny slide in the middle of her body.

Though falling from out of the band of her bra, when motionless, her boobs tightly pressed against her hard ribs, perky and in the center. May tucked her hands under the band, pushing the breasts to the side. This was a technique of hers. The more she slid sideways, the more her breasts sat straight out instead of down. After a few smooth overs, she fit her breasts into her L cups. If she was wearing a shirt, you wouldn't know how much was deftly tucked into the band.

But May gripped them again, almost forcefully now, and concentrated. "So big." Their softness was undeniable, their intense energy a completely unique feeling. The cause of so much social embarrassment, her breasts were without question soft, responsive, and lush. Even though she rarely took the self-care to lotion, they were as smooth as the creamy frosting one would find in an expensive Italian restaurant. Little dimples raised around her areola as the surface pinkened. They were hidden under her clothes and she knew the feeling well. This sweater was nowhere near able to button but it was soft enough to stretch across and fasten. With each attempt though, they gently popped apart.

The only thing not cleaned out from her closet was the cause of all this, her well-used pump. It sat in its corner, hidden under a towel as it always had. She had no intention of using it but she couldn't discard it as readily as she had her high school clothing. That was for another day. May thought about pumping, reflecting on her one-month of abstaining. The feeling was unbelievable. It had dulled over the years, becoming almost an anxious buzzing, but when it was good, it was good. Pumping was like being in the center of spa-warm ocean wave that had froze in place to envelope her and her only. It made her feel dizzy and high. Continuously gazing at her chest prompted her to fixate on the familiar feeling. She'd turn the knob to its maximum setting and letting her chest engorge.

After an hour of leaving the pump to its devices, her chest would be swollen practically to the ceiling, bright red like fresh apple skin, and decorated with lacey blue veins. The sides of her boobs grew distended until they fell across her chest completely, pinning down her tiny arms, and rising so high that she almost couldn't see the light hanging above her head. It was strange torture to know she couldn't pump anymore, couldn't visit her private oasis. Nothing was like being so swollen that she couldn't move. At her biggest and most unconcerned, her breasts grew until she almost shed a tear. She was pinned down, lovingly. She couldn't budge and didn't want to. It made her feel like a tiny women faced with something so big that all she could do was experience it.

"How's it going, missy?"

May interrupted her steamy daydream to check her phone.

"Not so bad. I'm almost finished."

"And, do we get picture evidence?"

May agonized suddenly but replied. "Yes, silly. Patience is a virtue."

"<3 jeopardy music."

Debbie and Paula wouldn't understand this. As much as May wanted to be honest with her new friends, her pumping experiences were too extreme to tell a soul about. She could never explain how good it made her feel, how at times in her life, she needed it. It was so much more than about feeling good too, because explaining why she used it would mean explaining why she felt sad, and why she felt the need to escape. That would have to come another time, and maybe never. But for now, she turned the ring light off, found herself in darkness, and remembered it was well past midnight. May climbed into bed, still dressed in her fashion-wear and intentionally let her boobs roam where they may. Fuck. They were absolutely, totally, exactly the way they've always been — massive and so much more than she could ever hold at one time. I can't stop them. I have to let them do what they want. They are not getting smaller. What to do but look through these pictures?

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 12

"Hey miss thing, you look good as hell!" Paula squealed on the other end of the voice message while fawning over pictures that had just come into the group chat. "You are a fashion kweeeen." She was genuinely happy for May, seeing instantly that the itsy bit of makeup and thoughtful outfit made May literally look like a different person. She wasn't hunched over or hiding her face behind her hair. She stood tall, lean, happy, and healthy.

May had sent the pictures moments earlier after agonizingly hovering her finger over the "Send" button. "Okay, this is only making me more anxious." Click. The pictures looked fine, and she knew it was the right thing to do, but still her nervousness affected her. She selected two of the many pictures she took, a picture of her on her bed and one of her sitting on her chair. They were simple and she wasn't even looking into the camera for either, but they were pretty. They looked like still life, like she hadn't known the camera was there.

In both, her boobs were big and noticeable but avoiding them hadn't been the point. The point was to take pictures so they looked normal, like any other part of her body. "Sheesh." She followed the lines of stress in her fabric with her eyes back and around her shoulders and to the front of her shirt where they were most taut. The lines were clumped tightly in bundles of dozens and then they spread out wide like a fireworks. Thought May didn't send these shots, there were a few were her buttons looked like they were going to burst, tightly bound for a few graceful moments before the pressures grew too great to contain.

May zoomed into one picture in particular, one caught by the timer where her sweater undid itself. The sweater was blurry, in-motion, and looked like an action shot from a B-movie from the 1970s were a busty heroine was being zapped by a scientist's laser beam. She looked engorged. "Wow. They're that big without pumping." Her chest was in-focus but the sweater was airborne, flapping like wings like a bird, with the button floating up at her shoulder height, sent up a foot from the shock. "Why am I still surprised by how big I am?"

Downstairs, her mother rummaged through the pantry, getting herself a late night snack. She had a meeting with Teresa an hour ago, chatting about soap operas and hockey games. "And how's May doing?"

"Better than ever. I'm glad Randy stepped in. I think it's given her a feeling of control to have someone caring about her."

"Good girl. She needs to get some fresh air."

May rolled onto her belly, letting her boobs flop across her mattress. They took up space and made two big clumps in front of her, like impressions in sand. As soft as her memory foam was, it didn't have enough give to compensate for her completely. She couldn't sleep on her stomach but in a fit of curiosity, May reminded herself why. "Oooof," she hefted one breast to the right and the other to the left thinking maybe there was a way if she separated them. She squished forward with her weight and felt her sensitive skin respond with familiar tingles. "Ooooh." Just from laying on her boobs for fifteen seconds made prickly tingles across her chest, like warmer pins and needles. "Wow."

"Are these tinder certified?" Debbie texted.

"Don't push the poor girl. She can hit the scene whenever she feels comfortable Preferably tomorrow night." Paula responded.

May squirmed on her bed, boobs face-down and flattened. She helplessly rolled a bit, imagining her boobs being so big that she couldn't get herself up. The bed creaked under her. There was no way up. She was swollen and stuck. "Mmffff." Her red hot cheeks turned down and tucked themselves into the cavernous mounds. She worried her mom might come in suddenly but no, it was too late for that. "MMmfmfmf. I cant get up." She rubbed her crotch into the mattress and humped a convenient pillow. "Oooh, ooh." Her breasts spread beautifully, creating seven inches of thickness even though all of her weight was pressed on top of her.

"How do you feel about these, May. Your boobs look sooo big."

May's sweaty hand lifted the phone and tiled the bright screen to her face. She read the message with strange delight.

"Yes, very ," Debbie concurred.

"Ooof" the pillow dug into her sweat spot.

"I almost didn't do the photoshoot because I thought I looked too big." May texted back.

"Busty queen can't hide ."

"Mommy? "

May envisioned herself on a king-sized bed with Debbie and Paula at her sides, suckling on her boobs. They latched hungrily, cradling the boobs as best they could, caressing gently to coax out as much milk as possible. May laid motionless, transfixed by the hot and wet sensation of their tongues encircling her most sensitive parts.

"May, we love the bahama mamas."

"I think they're bigger than Kim Kardashian's butt "

May came to a sudden screaming orgasm that she didn't expect. The thought of someone comparing her boobs to the size of Kim's butt, which was the biggest body part on TV, made her writhe. Something about her boobs being as big as someone's butt, a body part that was ordinarily way bigger than boobs, caused her to bite her sheets and gyrate her breasts across the sheet. She slid a sweaty hand under her shirt and massaged herself. The intensity got to her and she had to massage herself. She had to milk the orgasm.

 

[HektorPlasm]

This is just getting better and better and I have to say: my favourite parts are when she's alone and boob-focused. Big hopes for her to grow even bigger in the future.

 

[johnrzeznik]

Someone should make a comic of this

@BakersDozen101 - you should inquire with artists you like and set up a Patreon for a comic adaptation. I think it might go well.

 

[mooseboost]

Chapter 12

"Hey miss thing, you look good as hell!" Paula squealed on the other end of the voice message while fawning over pictures that had just come into the group chat. "You are a fashion kweeeen." She was genuinely happy for May, seeing instantly that the itsy bit of makeup and thoughtful outfit made May literally look like a different person. She wasn't hunched over or hiding her face behind her hair. She stood tall, lean, happy, and healthy.

May had sent the pictures moments earlier after agonizingly hovering her finger over the "Send" button. "Okay, this is only making me more anxious." Click. The pictures looked fine, and she knew it was the right thing to do, but still her nervousness affected her. She selected two of the many pictures she took, a picture of her on her bed and one of her sitting on her chair. They were simple and she wasn't even looking into the camera for either, but they were pretty. They looked like still life, like she hadn't known the camera was there.

In both, her boobs were big and noticeable but avoiding them hadn't been the point. The point was to take pictures so they looked normal, like any other part of her body. "Sheesh." She followed the lines of stress in her fabric with her eyes back and around her shoulders and to the front of her shirt where they were most taut. The lines were clumped tightly in bundles of dozens and then they spread out wide like a fireworks. Thought May didn't send these shots, there were a few were her buttons looked like they were going to burst, tightly bound for a few graceful moments before the pressures grew too great to contain.

May zoomed into one picture in particular, one caught by the timer where her sweater undid itself. The sweater was blurry, in-motion, and looked like an action shot from a B-movie from the 1970s were a busty heroine was being zapped by a scientist's laser beam. She looked engorged. "Wow. They're that big without pumping." Her chest was in-focus but the sweater was airborne, flapping like wings like a bird, with the button floating up at her shoulder height, sent up a foot from the shock. "Why am I still surprised by how big I am?"

Downstairs, her mother rummaged through the pantry, getting herself a late night snack. She had a meeting with Teresa an hour ago, chatting about soap operas and hockey games. "And how's May doing?"

"Better than ever. I'm glad Randy stepped in. I think it's given her a feeling of control to have someone caring about her."

"Good girl. She needs to get some fresh air."

May rolled onto her belly, letting her boobs flop across her mattress. They took up space and made two big clumps in front of her, like impressions in sand. As soft as her memory foam was, it didn't have enough give to compensate for her completely. She couldn't sleep on her stomach but in a fit of curiosity, May reminded herself why. "Oooof," she hefted one breast to the right and the other to the left thinking maybe there was a way if she separated them. She squished forward with her weight and felt her sensitive skin respond with familiar tingles. "Ooooh." Just from laying on her boobs for fifteen seconds made prickly tingles across her chest, like warmer pins and needles. "Wow."

"Are these tinder certified?" Debbie texted.

"Don't push the poor girl. She can hit the scene whenever she feels comfortable Preferably tomorrow night." Paula responded.

May squirmed on her bed, boobs face-down and flattened. She helplessly rolled a bit, imagining her boobs being so big that she couldn't get herself up. The bed creaked under her. There was no way up. She was swollen and stuck. "Mmffff." Her red hot cheeks turned down and tucked themselves into the cavernous mounds. She worried her mom might come in suddenly but no, it was too late for that. "MMmfmfmf. I cant get up." She rubbed her crotch into the mattress and humped a convenient pillow. "Oooh, ooh." Her breasts spread beautifully, creating seven inches of thickness even though all of her weight was pressed on top of her.

"How do you feel about these, May. Your boobs look sooo big."

May's sweaty hand lifted the phone and tiled the bright screen to her face. She read the message with strange delight.

"Yes, very ," Debbie concurred.

"Ooof" the pillow dug into her sweat spot.

"I almost didn't do the photoshoot because I thought I looked too big." May texted back.

"Busty queen can't hide ."

"Mommy? "

May envisioned herself on a king-sized bed with Debbie and Paula at her sides, suckling on her boobs. They latched hungrily, cradling the boobs as best they could, caressing gently to coax out as much milk as possible. May laid motionless, transfixed by the hot and wet sensation of their tongues encircling her most sensitive parts.

"May, we love the bahama mamas."

"I think they're bigger than Kim Kardashian's butt "

May came to a sudden screaming orgasm that she didn't expect. The thought of someone comparing her boobs to the size of Kim's butt, which was the biggest body part on TV, made her writhe. Something about her boobs being as big as someone's butt, a body part that was ordinarily way bigger than boobs, caused her to bite her sheets and gyrate her breasts across the sheet. She slid a sweaty hand under her shirt and massaged herself. The intensity got to her and she had to massage herself. She had to milk the orgasm.

If your still out there, please write some more. This is a great story

 

[muu-kun]

Chapter 12

May envisioned herself on a king-sized bed with Debbie and Paula at her sides, suckling on her boobs. They latched hungrily, cradling the boobs as best they could, caressing gently to coax out as much milk as possible. May laid motionless, transfixed by the hot and wet sensation of their tongues encircling her most sensitive parts.

Please continue sir @BakersDozen101

I wish May visit Randy again she needs enlightenment.
or at least visiting Peter and made an appointment

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 13

May woke up the next morning groggily. She'd slept on her stomach and the folds in her sheets left a pattern on her face. She pushed the red lines around with her finger in the bathroom mirror. "Ahh...let's make today a good day."

Mom had gone to work and so she walked through the house in her pajama top and poured a bowl of Gold Oats cereal. She ate it on her back porch while watching birds swim in their bird bath. What to do? She had no plans. The weather was nice so after she finished her cereal, she put the bowl on the ground and bent over to touch her toes. She held still for a minute and "room" in her back unlocked, allowing her to reach her sneakers. It was weird, unexpected, and pleasant, and almost unbelievable in how simple yet orgasmic it was. May didn't realize how good stretching could feel.

She had a lot on her mind that she didn't want to think about. It was hard to avoid thinking about what was in front of her but she simply thought about everything else. "This week has been nice but truly overwhelming. Let's have a normal day today." For May, a normal day meant TV, hanging around, and vibing by herself, but it almost always ended up with pumping when she inevitably got bored. Over the years, that changed from strictly before bed to, if the house was empty, technically, any time.

She didn't want to do that but also had the house to herself so nothing was stopping her. She couldn't resist and got the pump out of her closet and strapped herself to it, turning it immediately almost to the max to get the most out of it as quickly as possible. Familiar redness filled her chest and the soft gurgle of the pumps whirred while she sat in her AC-filled bedroom, looking out the window at the big oak trees that swayed in her neighbor's backyard.

It was 1pm and mom wouldn't be home 'till six. She sipped a bottle of chilled milk and scratched her scalp cathartically. The first hour of pumping was the best. It was the sweetest, she "felt" the most, and it made her mind the calmest. She randomly remembered playing tennis in high school. "Those days were nice." How long ago they were. May was unexpectedly the fastest on the team because she was naturally skinny and rarely got tired.

The combined noises of the pump and her AC created an ambiance similar to being somewhere far away. Nothing touched her here. Imagine if she bought a brand new pump now, a new dial with higher settings, and bigger cups — she could lay for days. Nothing to think about. Just soft dreams. It was nice thinking about the next time she'd be stress-free when she was so stressed often. It was a paralyzing place, always being full of stress. Highs like this were a godsend. Five hours of bliss was five hours, and more beautiful than most things.

"Those dark blue Nike tennis uniforms were nice. Do I still have them somewhere in my closet?" she wondered. May used to have Nike sneakers, a travel bag, and accessories all emblazoned with her school logo. She remembered the sound of tennis shoes screeching on clay and the feeling of her racket going out for a ball. When she played, she was good at twisting her body to return tricky serves, and enjoying frustrating cocky opponents who were used to getting their way.

May gently coaxed the cups around with her eyes closed. Each boob was too big to be encased by a cup alone and therefore had to be suctioned in parts. She tried to swell evenly but, when she was done being attentive, left the cups squarely over her nipples and let them run. They hung under her like large upside-down bells and made a sort of boob-on-a-boob look because the ends of her boobs distended into an extra tender mound. Pumping made her breast shape more exaggerated and "fat" than if she had simply grown a couple of sizes.

But the pump box gears clicked loudly next to her, distracting her with a familiar annoyance. "CLICK CLICK CLICK." Sometimes the pump made a harsh and loud noise as if something inside was scratching itself or bumping into a part it shouldn't. But she never knew what caused it. It usually went away after a minute or five at most, or if she hit it, but not always. Sometimes it didn't stop and she had to postpone pumping, an increasingly common experience this summer.

"Perfect," she muttered sarcastically. May knew the pump was past its prime months/years ago, and that it was a miracle it worked at all, but she was annoyed anyway. It should work. It worked a second ago. After a mere twenty minutes of pumping, that wasn't enough for the day. She didn't want to do anything else. She jimmied it with her usual superstitions but nothing stopped the noise.

"I wanted one day to chill. Just one day." She gently balanced her boobs back into the edge of the cups and let herself hang into them inch by inch. Falling on her belly as if wrestling someone, she pressed the hefty weight of her soft pillows into the hard plastics. Her skin pinched and chest ached but the stuffing was fruitless. No matter how completely she plunged herself, nothing came close to the feeling of real suction.

May grasped at straws. With her face sandwiched on the mattress, she looked out the window sideways and watched the huge trees again. This wasn't working. She rolled onto her stomach and reached out limply for her pajama top, and put it back on. After a moment, she took the cups and hovered them over her clothed boobs one last time, longingly, and then stuffed the device back into her closet, lingering with a thought before covering it with clothing.

During her senior year of high school, May was natural DD cup. She was a thin, lanky speed demon and annoyed the hell out of other players. She liked playing tennis and loved the life of a high school tennis player - the friends, feeling importance, and doing her best in a sport.

 

[johnrzeznik]

Awesome! Can't wait to read more! (I'm hoping at some point, her pumping secret is discovered. )

 

[BakersDozen101]

What happens next in Hiding M-Cups?

Paula and Debbie take May to a house party to teach her beer pong

Susie finds May's pump while trying to do her laundry

May visits Randy to have her progress checked

May gets injured at work and ends up in crutches

Paula and Debbie give May a makeover for her birthday

Something completely random (write in comments)

^ this is a poll for suggestions

 

[muu-kun]

What happens next in Hiding M-Cups?
-Paula and Debbie take May to a house party to teach her beer pong
-Susie finds May's pump while trying to do her laundry
-May visits Randy to have her progress checked
-May gets injured at work and ends up in crutches
-Paula and Debbie give May a makeover for her birthday
Something completely random (write in comments)

are these spoilers?

May visits Randy to have her progress checked

Hmm this is my most interesting

May gets injured at work and ends up in crutches

this might help a little to fix May's relationship with her manager

 

[throwaway664]

What happens next in Hiding M-Cups?

Paula and Debbie take May to a house party to teach her beer pong

Susie finds May's pump while trying to do her laundry

May visits Randy to have her progress checked

May gets injured at work and ends up in crutches

Paula and Debbie give May a makeover for her birthday

Something completely random (write in comments)

^ this is a poll for suggestions

I'd vote progress check. Maybe those cups she is hiding got larger.

 

[BakersDozen101]

Chapter 14​

Susie woke up the next morning contentedly. Today was Tuesday which meant a lazy, relaxing day of laundry. While May was at work, Susie went into her daughter's room and collected her big hamper from the corner of the room. Air conditioning blistered through the cool home and accompanied her as she lugged the heavy rectangle into the washing room. She separated darks and lights, zipped up delicacies into a mesh bag, and, before putting the load into the washer, pulled out two distinct garments: May's heavy bras were in-need of special care. Susie turned the washer to "gentle" and brought the bras along with a bucket of warm water onto the back patio.

May owned three bras, a beige industrial one that took the burden of daily wear, a white sports bra that didn't have support but was for wearing at home casually, and a purple, "going out" bra that almost didn't fit at all but was mandatory for restaurants and other trips. The beige was largest, a 36L, and had straps as thick as a seatbelt, a backstrap that closed with a buckle, and cups that didn't just have an underwire but a goblet of wiring from the top to bottom. The white one was a puny 34K with the most stretch since it was made of mesh fabric. The 30HH purple bra, which hardly contained May, was also the most decorative with a flower pattern stitched in dark purple. Though too tiny for her to wear for more than sixty minutes without discomfort, Susie insisted May wear it out when she knew she'd be at an important event.

Susie parked herself under the shade of the back porch awning and went to work. She soaked the spongey white bra in water and wrung the thick cups dry. Even at this huge size, bra makers padded the cups with thick cushions that kept a busty woman's nipples from being obvious. Susie used her fingers too to crimp and squeeze the edges where the wire was and light brown sweat stains accumulated from long hot days and physical activity. She rubbed them out slowly and deliberately, with the care of a mother who had done it a hundred times.

Keeping May's bras in good condition was a pastime that called back to when her little girl needed her help with feeding and dressing. A few birds circled the birdfeeder nearby and even a humming bird stopped to join. It was a beautiful summer day. Susie thought about nothing in particular, just the comfortable breeze and hypnotic glistening of shine across the above ground pool. To her side on the clothes line, her own bras, a set of four comparatively miniature 34Bs, hung to dry.

She'd often wash the bras all together, always looking with a weary-yet-marveled eye at how all of her bras could be kept inside one cup of May's and barely take up any room. She wasn't horrified at her daughter's size, as much as she gave that impression. She was simply concerned and motherly. She didn't want to contribute to her daughter's feeling of being a different but couldn't help but try to be the voice of reason when May had a definitively "shut off" attitude. Sometimes she laughed at the honest-to-goodness absurdity of it all and tried to make light of the size of her daughter's lionhearted undergarments. "May is off to a nice start," she laughed. "That girl is making more progress with Randy than ever before."

It took fifteen minute for her to clean the rim of one cup alone. There was so much surface area. Straps took five minutes each when she went carefully along each thread. If Susie couldn't talk to May about her chest in a capacity other than as a watchdog, she showed her love by making her most important clothing as clean, respectable, and long-lasting as possible. The nicer her daughter's clothes, the better her outlook, she imagined. "It doesn't make sense to let yourself fall to pieces even when the days seem darkest. She has to keep a good attitude, especially while she's on a roll," Susie thought.

Bring. Bring. Bring. A sing-song bird chirp signaled she'd received a video call on her cellphone. She looked at the screen and saw Teresa's face smiling wide into the camera. "Oh, here she is," Susan said with a happy tone.

Teresa's legendary coarse voice came through loud and clear. "Hello? Dear?"

"Teresa, hello to you, ma'am!"

"La la la... What are you doing? Did I catch you have a dip with the new Judy Hart?"

Judy Hart was a romance novelists the ladies of the office gushed over. "No, "Ha hah... no! I haven't cracked it yet. It's on my nightstand waiting for the right moment! I'm doing laundry." Susie lifted the white harness into focus.

"Oh, there she blows!" Teresa smiled into the camera. "Your daughter is a lucky duck to have you."

Susie loved talking to Teresa. She was a hoot. "Oh, I know that. Well, what's going on?"

"I'm calling to ask how May was doing. You know Randy says she's been very consistent with her treatment pickups. What has it been? Two weeks?"

Susie squeezed extra hard on a dark sweat stain on the lower end of a right cup. It would not budge. "Yes, yes. She's been drinking her milk drinks morning noon and night. I've even snuck a couple sips myself. I have to admit, it's not bad. It's a milk smoothie ha ha ha."

"Debbie and Paula tells me they've been texting a lot. They wont tell me what about but it sounds like the little devils are getting on like a bang."

It was important for May to be employed. It was even more so that she was in treatment. But it was most heartwarming to know she had some good people in her life that treated her like a real friend. Susie's tear-prone eyes dropped a couple of off her face.

"Oh, girlie, don't cry about that! Your daughter is fresher than a daisy."

Susie wrinkled her nose. "I know. It's silly for me to feel so strongly but it's a long time coming, Ter."

Teresa grinned with pride. "I know it is," she said. "The girl is going to win beauty contests once she flattens down."

"I cant wait for the day she can wear one of these and say, 'Momma, it's too big!'"

"How did I ever fit into these?!" Teresa said in a mock-version of May's voice.

"I swear to you — you know the time I put in — but I don't think May can wear them much longer. Her beige 'day' bra is so worn I am afraid this metal wire will come out and poke her any minute. It cost us $220 and now it is almost going to be... uh out of commission."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"You know I'd buy her the moon in a heartbeat if I could but I'd do anything to not have to go on a marathon shopping errand again for one of these."

"By god, Susie, hold that up again."

Susie placed her phone on the table and stretched the mighty bra out across her arm's length.

"Great heavens!" Teresa cheered.

"Ter, I swear to god..." Susan bit her lip and crossed her eyes. "It spans half bed."

"Wow."

"See what makes life possible?"

"Suuuusie!" Teresa paused and zoomed in with her eyes. "That girl is sucha little sneak you know? Walking around wearing a thing like that and acting so willy nilly..."

"You're telling me. I swear if I didn't know better, I'd say she pretends to not think about being busty. She doesn't speak a word if this, not a peep, at least not until lately. Poor thing." Susie aimed the camera into the warm bucket where the purple bra soaked. "I know this didn't come in the handbook at the nursey."