Tiny No More - GWS Shorts (Patreon)

A cold winter night outside a downtown nightclub. A line of young adults waiting outside, just out of college, struggling to find themselves. Maybe they’d find out here - at noir. 

A club that opened a year ago and was THE place for 20-somethings to go to find love… or something more fun. Tiffany had fantasized about walking through those doors, walking up to the first hot person she saw, and making them hers. 

Of course, that would never happen. She was a stick-thin nobody from a small town who could barely keep her head above water in this big city. She moved out here with friends who have been far more successful in the dating department, but that all changes tonight.

As the line inched forward, Tiffany straightened herself up. She needed to trick herself into being more confident. Tonight was a night of taking chances and bringing her dreams to life. As she got closer to the entrance, she noticed two women eyeing, leaning on a wall next to the bouncer. 

As Tiff approached to show her ID to enter noir, they shot her a dirty look and whispered in the bouncer’s ear. The two women began laughing and the bouncer cracked a smirk. “You sure you’re old enough to be here?” his deep voice rattled Tiff, but she stood tall.

“Excuse me! I’m 25, here you can see for yourself,” she handed over her ID and the bouncer inspected it with disbelief. Tiff did look younger than most of her peers, which led to a lot of bartenders denying her drinks. 

The two women gave her another dirty look as they peered over the bouncer’s shoulder to peek at Tiff’s license. Reluctantly, the bouncer returned the ID and waved her in, barely acknowledging her now. 

Tiff checked her coat and walked down a dark corridor. The thumping rattled her, making her excited and slightly wet. She knew what was about to happen and could barely contain herself. 

She turned the corner and a laser light show nearly blinded her. She was overwhelmed with the lights, sounds, smells, and heat of the dance floor. She began to hyperventilate but calmed herself. “Stay centered,” she told herself. 

Tiff took some deep breaths and headed for the bar. For the next step in her plan, she was going to need a drink. Unfortunately, her 5’3 stature didn’t help her get the bartender’s attention. Taking another swing at being more assertive, she forced her way between an attractive couple. The swell of the woman’s ass and the muscular pecs of the man made Tiff even more aroused, but now was not the time. 

“Sorry!” Tiff apologized but the music drowned her out. She pulled out a wad of cash from nearly non-existent cleavage and waved it toward a bartender. She could barely yell her order to her, but she got the idea of what Tiff wanted. The bartender returned with a whiskey sour and Tiff tipped generously, eyeing the intricate tattoos the woman had up her arms. Tiff may have to see what she was doing later after her plan was well underway.

Now was the time, Tiff fished around in her pocket for a bottle of pills. Unlabeled, but she knew what they were. She had been working on them for months on her off time at her biotech job. She was making breakthroughs in helping new moms with nursing, but these tiny pills were only for Tiffany. 

One of these pills was enough to instantly help a person begin lactating within a day or two, but the whole bottle? It would be unethical to attempt ingesting all of them at once. At least, that’s what the old Tiff would have said. The new Tiff was tired of being alone and hungry for someone to touch her. Yearn for her. Lust over her.

She emptied the entire bottle into her mouth, chasing it with her sweet, but extremely boozy drink. She needed the liquid courage for what she was doing. She felt the concoction hit her stomach and now she only needed to wait. Hopefully not for long.

Tiff eyed a nerdy, lanky guy in the corner of the dance floor, off by himself. He looked as though he was with friends who were having a much better night than he was. Tiff could relate. 

She’d always had a soft spot for the nerdy type, and tonight she was going to indulge that craving. Tiffany straightened her back and confidently strode through the dance floor toward him. 

Dancing club-goers bounced off of her, but she righted herself. She could feel the pills beginning to work and nothing could stop her now. The man had his head down, his curly hair covering his face and he eyed his drink. 

Tiffany entered the shadows and slid up next to him against the wall. It was slightly quieter here, so she made the first move. She didn’t know what to really say, so she went with a classic. “Come here often?”

“What?!” The man turned to her, he couldn’t hear what she said. 

“Oh sorry! I said, COME HERE OFTEN?!” Tiffany yelled back. Off to a rocky start. Was she feeling nervous or were the pills starting to upset her stomach?

“Oh, no! First time! My buddy’s birthday is tonight and I’m here to keep an eye on him,” the lanky man motioned to a red-faced dancer who was drenched in sweat. “He can go a little hard, but he has friends like me to look after him. What brings you here?” 

“Well, I’m trying to be more outgoing! Put myself out there, ya know? So I saw you from the bar and I wanted to say hello, so here I am! Wanna dance?” Tiff yelled over the music.

The man looked hesitant, but Tiff wasn’t in the mood for a No. She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. He left his drink behind and they both awkwardly began dancing together, being pushed around by the waves of people. 

Tiff started to feel a tightness in her chest. It was starting! She looked down and noticed her bra feeling a bit fuller. This made her pussy gush and she needed to grind on something or someone now! She grabbed the man’s hips and slid one of his knees between her legs. She led the way, gyrating back and forth, pushing her pussy against his leg. She could feel her heart beating faster as her shirt got tighter and tighter. 

Starting from a B Cup, her tits were slowly reaching a D cup, a size that she would have loved to have reached when she was younger, but she had bigger ambitions now. She leaned into the man’s ear. “What’s your name?” Tiff asked.

“Mike,” he responded in her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, her plunging neckline now looking a bit deeper.

“So, Mike,” Tiff kissed Mike’s ear slowly, grinding harder on his leg. She could feel him growing harder as they danced. “I must know, are you more a tits man or an ass man?” From his point of view, Tiff looked like she lacked both when they met, but the lights must have been playing tricks on him because she looked to have a nice set of jugs.

Mike leaned into her ear, kissing her back, “Cards on the table… definitely a tit man.” He kissed her ear, giving small kisses leading to her mouth. His lips were soft but his kiss felt powerful. “YES,” Tiffany thought, “God, yes! This is what I wanted!” Her arousal surged with another spurt of growth from her milkers, making them connect with Mike’s chest. 

The flashing lights obscured what was happening from Mike’s POV, but he could have sworn her tits were smaller when they first started dancing. Tiff leaned into his ear again, “Right answer, Mike. By the way, I’m Tiff.” She kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Mike tasted wonderful.

Tiff pulled away, “Mike, I like you. You like me, right?” Another surge of growth pushed her to an F Cup. The pressure was now noticeable to him, something was going on.

“What just happened?” Mike asked, his eyes bouncing between her chest and her eyes. “Did you just…”

“Uh-uh, Mike. Answer the question first,” Tiff put her finger to his lips and pushed her growing chest into him. “You like me, yes?” Mike nodded his head and stared at her bulging knockers. “Good.”

Tiff leaned into him once more, now a bit trickier with her tits in the way. “I’m going to give you the night of your fucking life. Are you up for that, Mike?” Tiff’s hand snaked down his pants and gripped his cock. 

Mike grunted and thrust against her hand. Tiff took that as a yes. She pulled away and pushed him against the wall in the dark corner again, sneaking further away from the noise and the crowd. Tiff had reached an H cup and her shirt was riding up above her belly button. Her tits poured over the cups of her far-too-small bra, like muffin tops. She considered removing it, but what she really wanted…was to destroy it.

Mike’s jaw was permanently hanging open as he watched her tits grow and grow, reaching K cups and finally snapping her bra. It snapped like a rubber band under her shirt, and she reached under the hem of her top and pulled it out. “A keepsake for you,” Tiff teased as she shoved it into his jacket pocket.

She then turned around and ground her ass against his cock, pushing him against the wall. She took his hands and put them on her chest. “Oh fuck,” she let out. Tiff’s breasts and nipples were far more sensitive than she thought they could be.

Tiff was ready to take what she wanted. She ground her ass to the beat of the music against Mike, feeling her breasts slider further down the alphabet. Reaching M cups and hanging closer to her hips, Mike was starting to have trouble hanging onto them.

He could barely comprehend what was going on, let alone why this woman wanted anything to do with him, but he wasn’t going to question anything. 

Tiff’s tits now began to hang from the bottom of her top, the hem slowly rising up to her nipples. She was worried for a moment about how she’d get out of her, but that was for future Tiffany to worry about. Right now, she wanted satisfaction.

She turned to Mike, walking forward and trapping him in her cleavage. The feeling of her tits growing bigger and the pressure on Mike becoming more intense, they both shivered with desire. Tiff dragged her tits down his body until she was kneeling in front of him.

In a flash, she whipped open his zipper and fished his 9-inch erect cock out. She salivated at the sight. “Maybe these pills were affecting more than just her tits. She was hungry for his cock and needed his cum. She took his entire length into her throat.

Tiff was never one for blowjobs, but something was different tonight. She wanted to please Mike, and she wanted to taste the reward. Bobbing wilding on his member, her tits outgrew her shirt and engulfed his legs. Mike was pinned to the ground with tits reaching 100 lbs. 

Thankfully, her back and shoulder muscles were growing stronger to accommodate the weight. She didn’t want to become a freak who was confined to her bed, but she did want to become a freak with the world’s biggest breasts.

Tiff gripped Mike’s ass and pushed him further down her throat. She loved this sensation so much that she started to cum herself. Her pussy was drenching her jeans and she needed more. Mike’s hands snaked through her hair and gripped it. He started using her like a sex toy and she loved it. Tiff let him take control until he was close to cumming. Then she was back in the driver’s seat. 

Tiff gripped his ass and shoved as much of his dick down her throat as she could as he released a torrent of cum. She sucked and sucked, swallowing it all. She drolled all over her cleavage, lubing herself up, and squirted in ecstasy as his jizz hit her stomach. 

As his orgasm subsided, he slid to the ground. He was out of breath, and Tiff loved to see it. Mike looked up to this busty goddess whose body defied physics. She looked to be almost a Z CUP with her tits fully exposed, hanging down to her pussy. With some patience, she removed her soaked pants and stood before him.

Mike could see her pussy dripping and it smelled amazing. She gripped his hair and pulled him in, grinding on his face. Mike was now the toy for her pleasure and she wasn’t in the mood to hear otherwise. 

While he didn’t have a chance to take a deep breath, he went to work licking, sucking, and teasing her clit. Mike drank down her cum and slipped two fingers inside of her. With her enhanced sensitivity, he came within seconds. Her tits surged in growth, covering his head and holding him in place as she continued to squirt all over his face, drenching his clothes.

Tiffany didn’t care, she immediately kneeled, forcing her breasts against the wall behind Mike and slipping his cock inside her pussy. She moaned so loud she could be heard over the music from those who were nearby. 

People started to gather, gawking and taking photos of this giant set of tits that were smothering a man. Tiff couldn’t care less and Mike was too busy being smothered to care. Tiffany bounced on his cock, feeling a satisfaction she only dreamed about. 

Tiffany reached for the curly locks of her lover and pulled his head above her cleavage, sticker her tongue deep in his mouth. They both moaned as they got closer and closer to letting loose. Her tits continued to grow, reaching sizes rivaling tires on big-rig trucks, and the sensitivity raising with them. 

She was closer, so she doubled her efforts. Tiff could hardly breathe as she sped up her bouncing. Mike returned the effort, gripping as much of her monster tits as he could and pounded her from below. It only took a few moments before they were done. 

Mike and Tiffany’s eyes rolled back in their heads as they came. His crotch was soaked as she squirted what seemed like a gallon of girl cum all over his dick, and he unloaded shot after shot of jizz into her unprotected pussy. The warmth of his cum finally did it… she felt that satisfaction she had been craving. 

Once they settled down, Tiffany slowly lifted her yoga-ball dwarfing tits off her lover and struggled to put her soaked pants back on. Mike was still trying to catch his breath from the orgasm and the multiple time's Tiff tried to smother him. 

After she readjusted herself and turned to see the crowd that had formed, Tiff struck a pose. Who cares if they judged her, she loved herself. She had finally reached her potential, and a bunch of posers in an over-hyped nightclub weren’t going to make her feel bad about it.

Tiffany reached down and helped Mike to his feet. “Want to get out of here?” she asked. Mike could only nod as he was still catching his breath. He hid his cock back in his pants and took her hand, heading for the exit. He loved the site of her massive milkers breaking the crowd of dancers, like an oil tanker shattering sea ice. Nothing could stop her now.

As they exited the club, Tiff eyed the two bitches from earlier. They were stunned, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Tiff wanted to get a little revenge before they left, but not give them too much attention. As she and Mike walked by, she twisted her chest quickly towards them, flinging her tits into their chests. They were knocked back against the brick wall hard, collapsing to the ground and trying to regain their breath. 

“Ow, I’m so sorry,” Tiffany feigned regret, “didn’t see you there.” She turned to Mike and kissed his cheek. The weight of her still growing tits filled her heart with joy and she couldn’t wait to get home to play with them more. 

Before they hailed a taxi, Tiffany felt a surge deep within her chest. Perplexed, she tried to feel them, poking and prodding for any pain points. Nothing she could find until she reached her nipples. She was leaking, and she smiled. “Mike, we need to get to my apartment NOW!”

She gave him a wink as she licked her finger clean of milk. Her new, better life was just beginning.

THE END