Bobbie's Boobs
Bobbie had a body many girls her age would kill to have; a pretty face, accented by the black mask around her eyes, long wavy hair that fell to the base of her fluffy tail, big blue eyes, and a body that - no matter how many hamburgers or slices of pizza she ate (and she had to admit to being a bit of a junk food fanatic) - never gained an ounce of fat.
Sadly, that very same sveltness was the cause for her biggest problem.
With a sigh, the raccoon female looked down at her chest. Rather, what little chest she had. Despite stuffing her bra every day before school, she still looked woefully flat-chested. Jealously, she looked at her other classmates; being seniors, many of the other girls had finished developing and were showing off their cleavage and the soft curve of their breasts in tight, low-cut shirts. A chorus of giggles from nearby caught Bobbie's attention, and she looked to see a group of girls flirting with a couple guys - the male's eyes fixed on at least three pairs of C-cups.
Bobbie smothered a growl as she stood up, taking the hamburger from her lunch with her as she walked out of the pavillion. She was a straight-A student, student council president, pretty, and a cheerleader, and she *still* didn't get the male attention that a big pair of tits can bring.
That day the state history class was having a field day, visiting a recreation village of an early 1800's town, and nobody noticed as Bobbie walked away from her class and down one of the paths leading into a more forested area.
She couldn't recall ever going down that particular path, but she was certain that in these sort of places all paths eventually led to the center of town, so she didn't worry too much. Though as the path started to thin and the plant life on either side got closer and closer, she was beginning to have her doubts. Still she continued forward, sure that she only had to walk a couple more yards before coming across some sort of building, or a more well-used path. Nevertheless, it came as a shock as the trees suddenly thinned and she was stepping into a small clearing with a well in the middle.
Despite the barely-used state of the road, the well seemed well kept; the paint on the hood looked fresh and unchipped, the stones around the bottom were clear of clinging vines or moss, and a tiny, neat sign staked into the ground stated, 'Wishing Well.'
Still having a couple bites of burger in her hand, Bobbie approached the well and looked down inside it. Due to the hood and the angle of the sun she couldn't see the bottom, but when she dropped a pebble in it fell a long time before landing with a quiet splash.
Wishing well, huh? She thought, a wry smile on her face. Running the palm of her hand over her non-existant breasts, she mentally added, I know just what to wish for. And, as she chewed the last bit of hamburger, she tossed a quarter in the well with a heartfelt, though a slightly disbelieving, "I wish I had big boobs."
After that she turned and went down the path she just came from, chuckling at her foolishness. After all, wells never granted wishes.
The next morning was pretty normal. Bobbie woke up, got showered, cleaned, dressed (stuffing her bra as she did so, like always), and stopped at the drive-thru doughnut shop to hurry up and down two cruellers on her way to school.
Once seated in Homeroom, however, things started to get a little strange.
As the teacher began roll call, Bobbie felt a strange warmth in her chest. Not exactly painful, but disconcerting. Heartburn? she thought, pressing her palm against her sternum. I know some people don't get it until they're older, but I thought I'd be a bit older than this before developing it! But before the teacher even finished the roll call, the warmth disappeared, and Bobbie gave it a mental shrug and told herself not to worry.
At one moment during class she accidentally knocked her pencil off her desk, and as she leaned over to pick it up she caught a glimpse of her chest and paused. Then grinned. I did pretty good stuffing my bra today! She thought, and it was apparently true; though it wasn't much, there was a definate curve to her chest. Grabbing her pencil and sitting back, she couldn't help but sit straighter, pushing her chest out a bit.
After lunch - where she pigged out with pizza, fries, and a soda - the warmth returned, and this time lasted longer. Oh yeah, she thought, wincing and slumping a bit in her seat. I think I've definately got heart burn. What she felt after a moment blew all thoughts of heartburn or acid reflux or indigestion away. Her arms were crossed around her chest, and she could feel her breasts grow larger. Very slowly, but she was certain her boobs were getting bigger.
"Mrs. Alan!" she called out, rasing her hand stick-straight into the air. "Can I use the rest room?" She could tell her eyes were wide with confusion, ears back, and spine straight - she looked every inch a girl desperate to use the facilities.
Mrs. Alan, the leopardess teacher, paused for a moment, eyeing Bobbie. While it was technically against school policy to let a student use the bathroom so early in the class hour, Bobbie was always an exemplary student, and it seemed like an emergency. Indeed, while she looked Bobbie started squirming. Finally she nodded, and Bobbie shot out of her seat, grabbed the wooden hall pass, and was out the door.
Though the nearest girls' bathroom wasn't far, but as Bobbie quickly walked she noticed a strange sensation on her chest which, after a moment, she realized was the feeling was her breasts jiggling slightly as she walked - something she'd never felt before.
Two steps in the empty bathroom, the door was barely closed behind her before she was shucking off her tightish shirt and was starring at her chest. The warmth by this point had faded, but her boobs were very noticably bigger. Her bra (which she only used because she had large nipples and felt self-conscious whenever they poked through her shirt, plus for ease of stuffing) was stretched tight across her chest, and the straps dug into her shoulders almost painfully before she loosened them. Even after she pulled the bit of cotton she used to stuff them out, they were still full and round. Curiously, Bobbie cupped them and turned to the side, studying her profile. Her breasts were still fairly small - a medium-to-small A-cup - but much larger than the flat-as-a-pancake chest she had before.
Bobbie grinned. She didn't know how it happened, but she was starting to develop tits on fast-forward. Still smaller than most of her classmates, but at least she didn't look like a ten year-old boy!
She put her shirt back on, arched her back just to see her boobs jut out, and turned to walk back to class - chest out and proud.
Bobbie thought it was strange that nobody seemed to notice a difference. Oh, she noticed a couple guys looking at her that she didn't see before, but none of her friends made any comments about her larger chest. Not even her family, later when she came home, seemed to recognize that Bobbie had an honest-to-goodness cup size now! She continued to find it weird until she caught a look at a picture taken of her a week ago when her family went swimming at a local pool. She was wearing one of those two-piece swim suits with a tank top (once again shy about her flat chest) and, while the suit was the same, in the picture she was the same cup size as she found herself at school. A little shaken by that discovery, she turned away from the picture and refused to look at anymore that shown her from the neck down.
She thought that the spontaneous growth was a one-time event, and would never happen again. But later that night, after a dinner of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and mashed potatoes, she felt that warmth again spreading across her chest. Having a feeling she knew just what that was, she sprung up from the couch where she was watching TV and raced to the bathroom upstairs, just across from her room.
Once in the bathroom she didn't waste any time pulling off her shirt, though her bra was a little trickier; as her breasts expanded, the strap around her body tightened uncomfortably, and made it harder for her to unhook. Finally she managed to slide the straps off her arms and wiggle the main strap down enough for her to unhook it easily. That done, she watched in facination as her boobs grew bigger and bigger right before her eyes. Finally when they stopped, Bobbie cupped them both in her hands, surprised at their weight. They were firm, not saggy in the least bit, and on the large side of A.
She wasn't student council president for nothing - she already made the connection between the doughnuts she had at breakfast, the pizza at lunch, and the chicken for dinner between her breast growth; every time she ate something, she breasts grew just a little more each time. She had to wonder if there were things that effected the growth - the most dramatic occured at lunch, and only a little bit at breakfast, and she had to wonder also if just fattening, greasy foods effected growth, or if healthy foods did as well. Rubbing her hands together in thought (thrilling at the surprising sensation of her arms jostling her newly-grown breasts) she decided that the next day, being the weekend, would be the time for experimentation.
After a bit of experimentation (and the development of a very healthy C-cup) she knew just what made her grow. Sweets like soda and candy caused the most dramatic, with greasy foods like pizza next. Fruits and vegetables did absolutely nothing, as did water, or baked chicken breast. After all that, while she digested all the food she ate, she had to ask herself just how big was she willing to go. After she reached her perfect size, she had to start eating super-healthily - no more fast food, no more junk food or she'd get way too big.
She knew she wanted to be big. Big enough that all the guys' eyes would be on her, and she'd be able to have her pick of the crowd. Oh, sure, she realized that there'd be a lot of creeps, but she felt she could handle any that came along.
The more she thought, the more her eyes wandered over to the nearly full two-litre bottle of soda on the kitchen counter, and then glancing down at her breasts which were barely covered by a distended t-shirt, nipples poking through because she'd given up on wearing a bra very early on - even her sports bras were too small, and the straps would dig into her shoulders painfully. Drinking the whole bottle would make her huge - maybe even bigger than she'd want. But she wanted to be eye-catching, didn't she...?
Without another thought, she grabbed he soda, spun the cap off, and drank straight from the bottle. Barely taking breaths between gulps, the warmth in her chest had barely started when she finally finished drinking, breathing with a huge gulp of air as soon as she pulled bottle from lips.
However, the warmth seemed supercharged; instead of a gentle warming sensation, her chest felt hot, and when she put her hand to her sternum she had to yank it away for fear of being burned. Quickly she walked to the living room, feeling her breasts bounce and jiggle with every step. There was a large mirror in there; she could watch her growth easily.
Standing in front of the mirror, too mesmerized to take her shirt off, she watched as the pale green fabric stretched taut over her growing mounds. A ripping sound startled her, and she turned just enough to see that the seams on either side of her start of tear and give way. Still her boobs grew bigger and bigger. Bobbie put her hands on either side, feeling her breasts inflate almost like a baloon, her nipples erect and also getting bigger and bigger, as big around as her thumbs and growing. And then, after long moments of swelling growth, they stopped.
Each breast was a little bit bigger than a basketball and almost as round - firm but soft and squishy she found out as she pressed them together. They didn't sag; she could see her bared tummy under where her shirt had ridden up due to their massive size.
"Perfect," she said aloud, still feeling around and over her breasts. "These aren't just boobs, these're tits!"
She couldn't wait until school Monday.
The reaction she got was exactly what she hoped for.
A little shy of her body, she didn't often show it off. But on that momentous day, she felt like flirting with the school dress code.
She wore a pleated skirt that was barely acceptable length, shiny high-heeled shoes, and a clingy white top with a low neckline that didn't at all hide the fact that she wore nothing underneith. She walked spine straight, head up, and put a little sashay into her step, and watched with a satisfied smile as the boys stopped to stare, their eyes ripped from being focused on their girlfriends to Bobbie. Even a few of the teachers' jaws were to the floor! The only problem was when she sat down at her desk and discovered her tits took up half of the space, but turning to the side (and coincidentally giving the cute wolf next to her a good view) helped clear up most of the desk. There was one hilarious moment when she'd dropped a pencil and when she bent down to pick it up two boys fell out of their desks trying to look down her cleavage. Nobody seemed to notice she changed, but they definately noticed her.
Life was good.
Of course, she soon learned her lesson about overconfidence.
Instead of before when she'd spend weekend after weekend at home alone, either curled up on the couch watching movies or studying for this or that test, she was invited to party after party. And where there were parties, there was alchohol. For the first few parties she was shy about drinking - she was underaged, and if she got caught drunk she could be kicked off the cheerleading squad (not that she wasn't thinking about quitting, anyway - she could only find one top that could fit her since her growth, and she'd only joined for the boost in popularity, anyway). Soon, she got more assured of herself, and decided to start having a good time and start drinking.
One night, however, pleasently buzzed and flirting heavily with another raccoon she recognized from the football team, she didn't notice when the drink he handed to her was a rum and coke. Or the drink after that. Or the one after that. Something about the alchohol made the effects of the pop take longer to activate, and then increased dramatically. One moment Bobbie was leaning up against the raccoon and letting her chest press up against his side, the next her tits felt like they were on fire, they were so warm. Making an excuse, she stood up as fast as she could, tits wobbling and already starting to feel more full, stretching at her top as she nearly ran to the bathroom. Luckily there was no line, and she managed to make it in just as the seams of her shirt - already tight when she started out that evening - started to rip and pop.
Staring in the mirror in surprised dismay as her tits continued to grow, Bobbie grabbed them and tried pushing them in, as if that'd slow their continuous expansion. Undaunted in the least, soft flesh continued to swell, spilling over her cupped hands. Bobbie finally let them go, and gave a little squeal at the sudden shock of cold against one tit - craning her head and shifting, she couldn't quite believe her eyes when she saw what was so cold; her chest was so big, it was pressing against the bathroom sink's chrome faucets! She was so focussed on her chest, she didn't even notice her skirt feeling shorter, draftier, as this time her ass and thighs grew as well.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to Bobbie and was probably just minutes - not even long enough for someone to start pounding on the door, needing to use the bathroom - the growth began to slow and then stop. The bathroom mirror was little, but Bobbie didn't need it to see that her tits were huge.
They had to be the size of large beachballs, with nipples the size of her fist poking through the tattered remains of her shirt. Still perky and round, as Bobbie put her hands on either side and squeezed, she could still feel that they were soft as pillows. She couldn't even reach the nipples herself, no matter how she contorted her arms, and when she sat down on the toilet she discovered two differences - firstly, when she sat down she could feel titflesh spill over her thighs and get pushed up by her legs nearly to her chin, and secondly that this time her thighs, hips, and ass expanded as well; giving her much more padding, and creating an almost perfect hourglass figure and making it feel strange to sit. However, her stomach and arms were still svelte, and her face wasn't any chubbier than before.
Her face burned with embarassment - she wanted large tits, but those were just huuuuge! And now she's got a real ghetto booty? She didn't know how she could drive a car in her condition, but she needed to leave, promptly.
That presented itself as a problem, though - she might have fit through the tiny window in the bathroom two months ago when she was still a stick, but it'd be impossible to get through after her last growth! That left only the door, and having to make her way through a crowded house to the front door. Her shirt and skirt were barely hanging on, with tits and ass spilling out, but hopefully she could make it through without too many noticing.
Just opening the door was a hassle - she had to turn on her side, tits against one wall in the narrow bathroom, ass against the other, and reach out sideways just to grab the door. Then she had to scoot to the side, dragging the door with her until it opened enough. And then, just to get through the doorway, she had to squish her tits together just to squeeze by. That done, she put on a nonchalant face and tried to make her way through the house.
Two steps in, she knew she failed at not attracting attention.
All eyes were on her, with her shirt that was barely there over massive mammaries, and a firm ass too big for her skirt, there wasn't a single eye that wasn't on her. Except for the music blaring over the radio it seemed like the house was dead silent. Face burning, she hurriedly headed towards the door, boobs bouncing with every step. A hand on her shoulder stopped her dead, and she looked to see the raccoon from earlier, James, looking at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his face drawn with what looked like honest concern. "Are you leaving? So soon?"
"Ah, yeah," Bobbie replied, trying to put her best smile forward. "I just remembered that I need to get home early tonight." Lame excuse! She scolded herself. Can't he tell that you're walking around practically naked?
"Oh, okay..." he trailed off, glancing between her and the door. Finally, with a blush of his own visible beneath his fur, he offered, "Can I give you a ride home?"
Bobbie paused, seriously thinking over his offer. James had a van, she knew, and she only had a small compact car. Even before the party she barely had room to drive thanks to her tits, it'd be impossible to drive. But James having a van meant that she could push her chair far back enough to (hopefully) give her enough room to sit comfortably enough. Not to mention, she was certain he was only offering because he felt sorry for her - before she felt sexy, since her last growth she felt more monstrous than anything. Finally she nodded, and James held the front door open for her as she squeezed her way through.
Like she'd hoped, there was just enough room in the front seat of the van for her tits, and the chair was roomy enough that she didn't feel too uncomfortable with her thighs and ass squeezed in place. As the van started up and started making it's way to her house, the vibrations caused her chest to vibrate, and Bobbie closed her eyes in embarassment.
It wasn't long, however, before James cleared his throat, and Bobbie looked over at him in curiosity as he looked forward, a slight blush on his own cheeks.
"So, um, I was wondering," he started haltingly. "If, well... you've got a boyfriend."
Bobbie blinked, confused. No comments on her massive chest or thunder thighs, just asking if she's single? Not exactly what she expected. "No, I don't." She'd had offers, but she was wanting to wait - see how they liked lusting over someone and them not having a second thought about him!
If anything, Jame's blush gotten deeper, and he gave her little glances out of the corners of his eyes. "Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I could be. Your boyfriend, I mean." Then, very quietly, "I'd like to."
Bobbie felt her eyes grow wide as she stared at him for a moment. "You want to date me? The way I look? I'm... I'm hideous! I know guys like girls with big tits, but mine are just grotesque, and my ass is huge!"
"What? No!" James said. "No, you're not grotesque, or hideous, or anything like that, Bobbie! You're gorgeous. As far as your boobs... well, you're right that a lot of guys like girls with big breasts, but I've never met a girl with breasts like yours, and they're perfect. I, uh," he ducked his head a little while they waited at a red light, and scratched his neck in embarassment. "I kinda have a 'too big is not big enough' point of view when it comes to boobs and butts. But not only that, you're smart! Student Council president, straight A's, both of those combined with your body, and you're a dream come true."
Bobbie could only look at him as he finally pulled up to her house and put the van in park, though he didn't turn the engine off. Her mind awhirl with thoughts - he really desired her like this? She always wanted to be bigger, but when she got too big she thought that she'd go back to her isolation. Indeed, she considered the possibility that she'd be harassed for being so big. Instead, here was a male who put his heart out on his sleeve for her.
She smiled, and nodded, and said, "Okay."
-End