Lena

Lena from Zachary Taylor High was always a perfect ten. And she’d talked you into meeting her at the park for a mysterious purpose.

“I’m going to start travel blogging but I need some company. If you can work a camera, you can come with me.” You assure her you can and she hands you a smartphone with a pink case, urging you to prove it.

The pictures all showcase the busty brunette with blond highlights in her low-cut top. She was just as pretty as she was in high school. Still had killer tits too. C cups at least. Maybe D’s.

“You’re passionate. I like that about a photographer,” she sits on a yellow table with a flirty grin. Your old flame for her reignites.

You’re speechless when you notice her top shrinking around her. The more pictures you take, the more obvious it becomes. The dip progresses deeper and wider. More soft skin is revealed. Her tits look to be growing with every photo. Sexy, but impossible right?

Lena doesn’t seem to notice. She poses and makes kissy faces at you as her boobs devour her top. Fuller, heavier, more attractive.

She’s way bigger than D cups now. The top rides up the bigger she gets. Lena’s tits expand like balloons but she still plays coy. Does she know? There has to be half a foot of cleavage showing but they keep going and she doesn’t mention them. She clearly isn’t wearing a bra. You long to see her nipples. She’s getting so big, so quick — more than double her previous size. Bigger tits turn you on. She’s your fantasy — a girl whose tits keep growing and growing. You swear you hear her moan. She leans back on her hand so you get a better angle. Her knockers stuff her top. Each is the size of her head. The grin she gives you; she has to know. You start to understand what’s going on. The growth slows, but not without popping a few seams in the casual top. She’s colossal!

Lena signals for the session to end and it takes everything you have to hand her the smartphone without gawking at her voluptuous, velvet-looking chest. You fail despite your efforts. Her boobs just grew for you. She was a D cup. Now, she’s more than twice that. On her slim body, they look comfy enough to sleep on. She seems to know you liked watching her grow. You wonder if she did it on purpose — could she get even bigger if she wanted? Amazing. Without checking the photos, she pulls you in. Her soft globes yield against your chest. “I have to come clean. I don’t care about the pictures. The only person I’d ever want to travel around the world with is you. Come with me, please. There’s even better scenery in store — and I’m not talking about the landscapes.” Romanced, you agree. She kisses you, expanded breasts rising and falling against you. In your heart you know this will be the trip of a lifetime.