Tit Tok Titties: A Caption

Tit Tok Titties

by Saint Limey

When Sabrina's younger cousin, Salem, returned from her first semester of college, her physique launched a firing squad of questions from a dainty, slim-figured family: Was she pregnant? Did she have a boyfriend? Had she had "work" done? Only Sabrina, the closest to Salem and older by a few years, had the authority to ask the real question without hedging: "Where'd you get those titties and where can I get a pair?" 

Salem fished for her phone in a cozy, inviting of cleavage that hadn't existed six months. She explained the latest craze on campus, a  faddish app called "TitTok" whose effects and inflammatory nature had led it to being banned from the general app store. "You pick a song and the binaural signals tell your brain to make your boobs grow? Look, I can't explain it—I thought it was a dumb, too. But you can't argue with tits like these!" Salem juggled her plump, perky additions as proof. Her boobs were maybe only large D cups, but damned if those bouncy melons didn't leap off her subtle frame, begging to be squeezed. Hot jealousy lanced through Sabrina at the sight. Her glasses fogged at the sudden feverishness, covetous of Salem's curves. She had a hard time ignoring her imagination running wild with images of Salem's potential college exploits. A university was an amazing place to suddenly sprout porn star tits, and Sabrina wanted badly to swap places. It had been a while since she'd reached a satisfying, lasting physical high, even at her own hand and felt silly for demanding her younger cousin share the bounty. It was immature, but. . .

. . . could a dumb dance app make Sabrina's boobs look as good as Salem's?

Later that evening at Sabrina' flat, far enough removed to avoid embarrassment in front of the family, Salem picked a song for Sabrina. The ambient hissing and chirps of modern electronica were about as pleasant as an ear infection, but the tune, as a whole, was catchy enough. Sabrina observed Salem bopping her shoulders to the beat, the bustier family member's set of squishy balloons so smooth and pert, avidly performing a mating ritual. To distract herself from Salem's chest, Sabrina shuffled halfheartedly to the beat.

However, just as the chorus began, Sabrina was bathed in a sudden warmth that began in her fingertips, wiggled up to her shoulders, and vibrated into her small B cups. She hadn't danced since middle school, but she shimmied and shook now, suddenly finding the sound of electric whining to be deeply immersive. She bopped and swayed. Her kitchen became her club, her body an instrument of reckless fun and seduction, not a care besides jiggling and shaking to the thumping music. Steadily, however, more of Sabrina jiggled. Soon, it wasn't just B cups, but C cups. Then, easily, D cups jiggled, too. Suddenly, boobs that hadn't made an impression in her tank top had attracted a wealth of fabric that bunched up around her chesty shelving. Her tits leaped ardently, their size expanding further and further, pushing away from her curvy, well-padded body. She giggled, finding she loved how the music made her feel, flaunting her improving physique in front of her slack-jawed cousin. 

"It's supposed to take weeks to work. It took me all semester," Salem groaned. "How are they so huge so fast?"

"Can't argue—mmmh—with the results," Sabrina moaned, bumping and grinding her steadily inflating boobs against an invisible partner, experimenting with their heft and size as she ballooned larger and larger. Her eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of her bouncing boobs making her horny beyond reparation. Then, a mere minute later, the song was over. "Aww," Sabrina pouted, thrusting her arms down to her sides. "Why'd it stop? That song was the best! What do you mean every song is a minute or less? What a shitty idea!" Sabrina looked down at the swollen gourds she'd developed, smirking seductively. They stuffed her skimpy gray top till it overflowed! Her hands couldn't stay away. She caved to temptation of her own body's making, pawing at herself like a mad woman till her libidinous zeal abated. "If one minute could do this much. . . What if we found another song with another dance? Think I could go from stacked to simply sinful? Hehe." 

It was Salem's turn to covet, as Sabrina's chest had outpaced her own by nearly double after a single TitTok video. She pouted as she hunted for the next song. When she found one, grumbling to herself at the unfairness of it all, she looked up to found Sabrina's massive, swaying rack right at eye level. God! How did tits this size exist? They dwarfed D cups—had to be J or even K cup—and emitted a honey-sweet aroma. Sabrina placed a loving palm on Salem's head, petting her sweetly, soothing the obvious frustration. "I'll pay you back. Let's see how many lovers we can snag at the bar tonight. I can definitely get you in, but no drinks. You're still eighteen. . ."

Salem leaped forward, sinking cutely into Sabrina's wealth of recently-grown softness. They wasted all afternoon dancing, then went out and danced some more, the center of the club with their impossibly top-heavy bodies, their heaving bosoms their new family secret.