A Big Surprise (Patreon)

When she had come home that night, all nervous and panicky, I don't think I could've guessed what was happening to her.

It was just another Friday night; I had just gotten off my shift at the office, a long, boring day of data entry behind me. I was biding my time, relaxing, waiting for my fiance to get home. She hadn't really texted me at all that day, which was odd for her, but I just assumed her job at the hotel was especially busy today. Extra bookings or some kind of problem must have come up.

It wasn't until she came home, huffing as she tossed her purse on the table, that I found out exactly what the “problem” was.

“Hey hun!” I called out from the other room, stepping out from the second bedroom we had made into a den. She stood there, still in her black uniform, shaking a bit as she dug through her purse, back turned to me. “How was work?” I asked. She stopped shuffling through her bag, then glanced up at me, eyes slightly hidden by her black curls; a solemn, worried expression appeared where her usual smile and glow once was. I knew something was wrong right when I saw her amber eyes.

“Hey. Um...something...happened to me today.” Her voice filled with trepidation, decibels lower than I was used to, I stepped over to her, my concern growing.

“What's up, babe? Did work go-” She turned to face me, and I knew immediately. Her work blouse seemed to be struggling to stay together, the top three buttons all straining against a mass that was desperately trying to escape. One of the things I always loved about her was her breasts; incredibly shallow, I know, but the set of DDs that she had were absolutely perfect. The teardrop shape that was so perky and stood away out and proud, capped by tiny nipples with a pinkish hue. They were truly perfect – and now, they seemed like they were stuffed into her top. Which was odd, because when she left this morning, it fit perfectly fine. “Umm...what...”

“Oh God, babe, I don't know!” Tears started to flow; she made her way past me and to the couch, flopping down on her usual spot as she buried her face in her hands. After a moment, she sniffled a few times, then tried to explain: “So...I was just working, cleaning out this room, no big deal...and I noticed that a customer left a big tip on the pillow, right? It was a hundred dollar bill! Or...I mean, it looked like one...” She sighed, pausing a moment before continuing. I didn't dare cut her off. “I went to grab it, and all of a sudden it just kinda...vanished. Like, it turned into glitter as soon as I stuffed it down my top, then it got all over me...then it was gone. It...it didn't make any sense, but I just kind of...wrote it off as some prank.” She pulled at her top, the buttons strained and creaking under her breathing. “But then I noticed, as I went to the next room to clean, that my boobs started to get all...tingly? And it just kept getting worse for the next few hours...and I was just ignoring it cuz my shift was almost over anyways.”

She began unbuttoning her top, her chest jiggling a little with each button that came undone; cleavage oozed from the opening she had created, the sight making her pause in awe.

“God...I haven't been able to see them uncovered yet, so I really have no idea...fuck...”

“That's...um...wow, that's...” She rolled her eyes. I was trying my best here, but even she knew that this was a fantasy come true for me. You see, I always thought her breasts were flawless, and I always told her that she didn't need to change a thing about herself.

However, that didn't stop me from imagining her with even bigger tits than she already had. A fantasy that I had told her about, in the throes of intimacy, for better or worse.

And as I watched her standing there, undoing a top that was clearly too small for her, she peeled off her work shirt, and revealed a bra that now looked about three sizes too small. A DD-cup bra was now overfilled with boob, domes of pasty flesh rising above the cups by several inches, with even more tit seeping down from below. I couldn't help myself. My eyes locked on them, unable to move or believe what they were witnessing. My fiance's tits had grown. Doubled. It looked like they had doubled in size. What's double a DD, anyways? What, an H or I cup or something? That didn't sound real outside of things I had read about online. And yet...here they were...

“How the hell are you even wearing that thing still? It looks so...painful...!”

'And really, really hot' I thought to myself, trying to play the good partner at the moment, knowing that drooling all over her wasn't going to put her in a good mood. My sincerity backfired, however, and she rolled her eyes at my statement.

“Alright, alright, I know you wanna see them naked, just...help me with the clasp, ok? Its kinda stuck...and that's the only reason its still on right now, just so you know...” She had turned a bright pink explaining this, and as adorable and sexy as that was, I knew I had to veer things back in a better direction, in order to keep her from completely shutting down.

“Of course, honey, here...come here...” She turned her back to me, revealing the clasp of a bra that was desperately bent upwards and outwards. “but really, this is...kinda...weird, isn't it? Like...how would anything cause this?” I stated, walking up behind her and tugging at the clasp. She grunted, and I could see the flesh ripple with even just the slightest movement, visible even from behind as I looked over her shoulder and down her cleavage. It went on for so much longer, and I could feel my crotch twitch from the sight. It was distracting at first, but I persisted with the clasp, the bent metal squeezing against the small of her back. After a few more firm tugs that sent her tits wobbling left and right, the clasp finally gave, her bra practically jumping off her as she caught it from the front, tossing it down on the bed.

For a moment, I couldn't help but stare. They hung down on her, while still being nice and perky, and seemed to be almost as big as her head in size. We both were silent for a moment, until the questions started:

“So...how do they feel?”

“Heavy. Warm. Weird and tingly.”

“I bet...you really think it was that weird tip you got? How does that work?”

“I don't know, but its the only weird thing that happened today...that I can think of anyways...”

“...what does it feel like, anyways?” My curiosity was destroying my filter; all promises of being a 'good' fiance were quickly slipping as I stared at her swollen front.

“Like having two heavy bags of sand attached to me, I've already told you...they're just heavier bags now...”

“No, I mean...did you feel them grow or anything?”

“Um...I guess when I was in the bathroom right before I left and I kinda noticed them, I brought my hands up and I...” As she spoke, she brought her hands up to her bare breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back; it looked as if whatever she was doing felt particularly good, like it was a sensual massage or something. For a moment, she didn't speak, her voice caught in her throat as she squeezed her eyes together. It was a face I knew really well; she was getting horny. Very horny. Just as she felt them start to get warmer, she pulled her hands away, tits wildly bobbling side to side as they suddenly puffed up a few inches within seconds.

I couldn't believe it. At first, I thought it was some kind of optical illusion or something, until I saw that the sides of her tits were squishing up against her arms now. They had indeed grown, by what looked like a couple cup sizes, at least!

“Oh...wow...” it slipped out, I couldn't help but say it. She didn't seem to hear me, however, her eyes glued downwards at her tits as her hands were held high and far away from them.

“That! That was basically...that was what happened, I just...I couldn't tell because I was just in a rush to get home...and it wasn't as big of a jump...” She said the last part much quieter, a quiver to her voice. As much as I was trying to stay serious and be the good, doting, caring, loving, understanding fiance, all of this was severely turning me on. I tried to continue to tread lightly.

“So...basically, when you...grabbed yourself, that's when you grew?”

“I...I think so, yeah? I don't know, I can't really remember, but I'm pretty sure I was...y'know, my boobs felt weird and I was trying to get all the dust, or glitter, or whatever...y'know, out from between them in the bathroom...” She looked down at them, cautious to put her hands to them, palms hovering a few inches away from her bloated bosom. “...and I guess, y'know, I dusted them off and when I put my bra on it didn't...fit...”

“Huh...um...wow, well...” I had been staring the whole time. I honestly couldn't help it. The most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen...and now they were bigger. Before, they were almost as big as her head. Now, they definitely were as big as her head. I couldn't believe it. I really had hit the lottery, but at the same time, I was also truly worried about her. How long would this go on for? What could she do to stop it? In the midst of processing all this, she yawned and began stripping down the rest of her clothes.

“Yeah, so...I'm really fucking tired from work and everything, so I'm gonna just take a shower and crash. OK hun?” I nodded.

“I understand, babe. Did you want anything to eat?” She nodded fervently, and I made my way to the kitchen to reheat the pork tenderloin from last night. As I reheated it, I heard a quick yelp from the bathroom, and I quickly made my way over.

“You ok, hun?!”

“Yeah, just...did it, again...ugh...”

“What, they're even bigger now?” I asked, almost in a teasing sort of way.

“Yes, babe...not that bad, but still...dammit...” The water stopped and she made her way out of the room, only in a towel. Said towel seemed to be struggling to stay together, however, as the prominent bumps she had on top threatened to take most of its surface area. “Its like...I can grab one of them...” She removed her towel, sliding some light blue panties before slathering herself in lotion, as was her nightly routine. As she made her way upwards, she stopped herself, cupping one breast and massaging it with lotion, then the other. The difference in size was negligible; perhaps it was getting weaker, or maybe she was just messing with me now. Regardless, my desire to squeeze my fiance in every which way was becoming insatiable, but I forced myself to return to the kitchen and grab her dinner while she threw on a large, baggy t-shirt and nothing else. She traipsed through to the dining room, only clothed in a t-shirt that barely made it down to her navel, and a pair of panties that looked...a bit tight on her, but this was nothing new. Her and I had joked about how all her weight in the last year was all going to her ass, like it was trying to balance out her massive tits...but now, it seemed like her tits were trying to show off, as if they had sensed the challenge and found a way to compete for themselves.

She sat at the table wordlessly, bosom bouncing and heaving as she plopped onto her chair. Scowling, she began quickly eating her meal, shifting her arms uncomfortably as she did so, the sides of her tits rubbing up against them as she moved. My eyes remained glued to her, and I knew I could at this moment, because very little distracted her when she was hungry. The sight of them growing in front of me just kept replaying in my mind...

These thoughts swirled in my head, distracting me greatly as I watched her tits wobble back and forth behind the confines of her white nightshirt. She smirked, seeing my eyes glued to her chest, trying my hardest not to be so obvious and failing miserably. Scoffing, she finished up her food and wordlessly made her way for the bedroom. I could tell she was getting tired of me just staring at her through all this. She flopped down on the bed, tits moving seconds after she landed before slowly coming to a stop. She frowned down at them.

“These are so fucking obnoxious, babe...” She stated flatly. I couldn't help but snicker.

“I mean...are they like, hurting at all?” She shook her head.

“Nah. Just...kinda tingly and weird feeling still...I dunno, I don't really wanna think about it anymore tonight, ok?” I raised my hands and waved in assurance.

“Right, right, sorry babe, I'll tone it down...” She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I know this is a dream come true for you right now, babe, but its my own personal nightmare right now...like, am I gonna shrink back down, is this ever gonna wear off...?”

“I really hope so...” With this whole curse placed upon her, I knew I couldn't so much as lay a finger on them...only watch. It was torture. And she scoffed at my response, pulling up the bedsheet around her, obscuring her new massive mams. “Mhm. I'm gonna get some sleep now, babe...thank God its our weekend tomorrow...” I was thankful for it too...if anything, just so I could explore things a bit more in depth.

I stayed awake for a bit, trying to distract myself by watching some random videos online, and after an hour or so, I decided to turn in. With the light of the TV on in the bedroom, I could see her passed out, propped up, snoring gently. She had taken off her nightshirt, discarding it on the end table on her side of the bed. The sheet had fallen as well, letting her tits lay bare, heaving gently up and down on her frame with every breath she took. I could only stare for a moment, the light shining off her tits and accentuating her curves perfectly. As if she couldn't get any more sexy, her tits now almost tripling in size was enough to make my brain nearly meltdown. I stripped down naked, as I usually did, and made my way over to her.

As I approached the bed, I could feel my resolve absolutely dissolving. I knew, deep down, that if I grabbed onto her chest, I would start the process up all over again, and she'd grow. And she'd know it was me, I know she would. She's too intuitive, and I'm a terrible liar. Even so...watching them there, wobbling ever-so-gently in the dim light, I couldn't help but think back to when she was getting out of the shower and applying lotion...and how when she touched them one at a time, nothing happened. So...maybe...just maybe...if I only touched one...?

I felt so childish, thinking like this. But the allure of the forbidden, it was enough to drive me to do very foolish things. I reached out, gently poking the side of her left teat. Her face crinkled up and her snoring stuttered a moment; I recoiled, but as she resumed her peaceful demeanor, I reached out and gave it a gentle rub with my palm. It felt incredible; soft, warm flesh encompassed my fingers as I gently pushed against its firm surface.

Her face scrunched up again. Her fingers twitched. I pulled my hand back immediately. As she lightly moaned in her sleep, she brought her hands up to her breasts and gently grabbed them. I watched her, my eyes widening as she groped herself in her sleep. The process seemed to begin, flesh gently bloating into her fingertips as cup sizes began to flow forth into her funbags. As she laid there, moaning, she began muttering “...no...stop...no more...”, cutely mewling as she writhed, grabbing harder onto tits that seemed to be accelerating in their growth as they began crawling down her front, approaching her navel as more and more of her abdomen was covered by wobbling, jello-like tit.

I shook my head, snapping myself out of my reverie as I reached down and shook her by the shoulder.

“Babe? Babe! Wake up! You're growing!” Her eyes fluttered for a moment, then flew open as she stared down at her hands grabbing into swelling flesh.

“AHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed out, thrusting her hands back into the bed, nearly missing my face as I stumbled away from her. She laid there, watching as her breasts continued to swell, crawling down towards her lap and filling out all space between her arms. Onward the orbs went, slowly pushing their way downwards across her torso, the top of her bellybutton gradually getting covered by their masses as flesh pumped its way into each of them. Eventually, they came to a stop, her and I speechless for a moment as we just stood there, mindlessly staring at two breasts that now took up her entire abdomen.

“...a little help, babe?” Meekly, she held out her arms, as if for a hug. But intuitively, I knew what she needed; I reached down and grabbed her arms, helping her get off the bed and onto her feet. They swung back and forth, nearly knocking her on her feet as I stood there, holding her hands, keeping her steady. “These are...absolutely...nuts...” She panted, out of breath from merely standing.

Unsteadily stepping in place, completely aghast at the sight of her new form, she merely stared at them for a moment, as did I. They looked to be as big as beach balls, at least a foot and a half wide each, stretching out almost two feet in front of her, her nipples nearly out of reach now. She dare not experiment with that, however.

She stood there for a bit in her full length mirror, unable to completely understand how something like this was even possible. I looked at her from behind, completely in disbelief that I could see the backs of her breasts from that angle. Still revved up from our brief sexual escapade, I approached her, pressing my nude body against her back, and reaching down to grab her butt. Maybe it wasn't the right moment, but the sexual energy that had built up in the room was pushing me to be frisky. In my mind, however, it was the one safe thing I could grip on.

Or, at least, that's what I had thought. As soon as I gripped into her cheeks, leaning to whisper something sexy in her ear, she let out the loudest moan of the night, and both cheeks swiftly swelled into my palms, filling the space between my groin and her backside. I moved my hands, but it seemed to be too late; her cheeks doubled in size, and engulfed my cock completely. As her cheeks rubbed against my member, I felt it getting warmer and warmer. Even though I was no longer touching her cheeks, their swelling continued unabated, even seeming to speed up as her hips began to widen along with her billowing cheeks, which now both resembled two basketballs each. She began to grind herself against me, moaning loudly and panting as she gripped into her swelling thighs.

“What...the fuck...is happening to me...?” She gasped out, ass wobbling and trembling against me, pushing me backwards towards the bed. I wanted to answer, but I was starting to feel...weird. Specifically, the part of me that was rubbing up against her swelling backside. “What...mmmm...is your cock doing to me, babe...? FUCK!” She moaned out, my groin now practically tingling as I felt something strange occurring from within the fleshy prison my member was contained in.

“...um...babe...what is your ass doing to...me...GNH!” I groaned, feeling more and more and more flesh as the tip of my cock began to push through the top of her cheeks. The very sight of it made my stomach turn, as I realized that for that to be possible, it would've had to be at least half the length of my arm at this point. “BABE?! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!” I was freaking out a little; whatever was happening felt amazing, like adrenaline and pleasure were shooting through my brain. It was starting to overwhelm me, and I could tell the same was happening to her...

I pulled away, tumbling to the bed and rolling off of it onto the floor, right on my back. It knocked the wind out of me for a moment, laying there, wheezing as my fiance moaned and swayed her way over to me. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me laying there, naked, with a cock half a foot longer than it was just moments ago.

“How...did it...?” She looked back at the mirror and gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock. “Oh...my God...that can't be mine!” She brought a single hand down to her cheek and slowly rubbed it, shuddering as tiny sparks of pleasure came off their surfaces. “What happened to me...to you...what's happening to us, babe?” I could only lay there, laughing, staring at the actual goddess that was my fiance, who had developed a body beyond my wildest dreams. I began to chuckle, then laugh, pulling myself up to the bed.

“What's so fun-” I interrupted her with a kiss, and while she was shocked at first, she reciprocated. We shared a soft, passionate kiss before separating; looking at each other, she couldn't help but look down at my cock, lying limply against my thigh as I made my way onto the bed. We sat there together, for a moment, reeling from the situation we had both found ourselves in. Sighing, I looked over at her, her massive tits and her swollen ass, then down at my own situation, before shrugging.

“I mean...could've been worse. Could've been like...our hands or our eyeballs or something, so...” She shrugged back.

“I guess, yeah. I feel like a walking pool toy, though...”

“I'm sure there's some way to fix it, babe. We'll just have to do some research and find out...”

“...I really hope so, hun.”

THE END...?