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It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

saw this in my dreams last night... A fun day at the theme park; hand in hand her boyfriend and herself were having a blast. Their relationship has been a long lasting one with no end in site through thick and thin. Together they had been on several rides already throughout the day and eager for more. Excitedly they both stood in line for their next fun filled rushed. Both watching the theme park ride run its course with smiles on their faces eager with anticipation. The ride appears to move very fast whirling on its track. With little warning the ride looses control, pieces of long structural pipe coming apart. She dives to the ground as the pipe comes to a stop nearly crushing her head. Adrenalin rushing she squirms out from under the entanglement of what was once a ride. Her boyfriend helps pull her out; both great full and shocked to be ok. Together they hurry to check other riders. She pulls a small boy out of his seat on the ride gently laying him flat on the ground. The boy is so pale she gasps. Her boyfriend joins her crouching over the young boy while everyone around them continues about their own chaos. She rubs the young child's chest to help restore blood flow to his heart. The child's vacant eyes stare up at the sky while his mouth gaped open. She was positive he would die but kept stimulating his blood flow; she couldn't give up on him. The child began to regain some color, she hurriedly looked around her for his parents but no one came their way. She looks back down at him his facial expression unchanged but skin becoming red. Unsure of what was going on her boyfriend and her watched in shock as the boy became more red. The child seemed to slowly shrink bringing great alarm to them both whom could only watch the horror unfold. She screamed for this child's parents for help no one stepped forward. She grabbed the very small boy in her arms uncertain of her next move. Before her eyes he regressed into what looked like a fetus, no longer resembling the previous shape of the boy she once held in her arms. Terrified her boyfriend and her began to run to the front of the amusement park. In her cupped hands she watched as pinkish red parts began forming a cord and placenta connecting to the fetus. At that point the fetus was now complete and began to slowly move. Her boyfriend and her stopped and stared into her cupped hands. Her boyfriend looked into her face and said we can't let him die. She nodded in agreement knowing a fetus can't survive outside the body. Her boyfriend took a step back and pointed to a bathroom. He then turned and sat at a picnic table. She momentarily watched his actions before running to the bathroom. They had been together so long their actions were alike. Her eyes adjusted to the lower light as she ran to the last and largest stall. Odd since she knew she was in a rush and always chose the first stalls. The bathroom was quiet and empty. She kept the slowly moving fetus in one hand as she pulled down her pants with her other. Using her fingers she separated her vaginal lips to expose a better opening of her vaginal canal. She brought her cupped hand close to her now exposed vaginal opening and the fetus immediately slithered up into her cervix. She was surprised by the amount of force this tiny human was able to make on its way inside of her. The noise it made in doing so stuck in her mind a soft sort of wet almost slurp. She could feel the fetus travel up and through her cervix, what she could only explain like a soft toy slimy hand would feel being pulled into her uterus string and all. She stood motionless in her surprised state; fingers still holding her vaginal lips. This was certainly not what she was expecting to happen, but then again she didn't know what she was going to do in the first place. This was all a very strange encounter and yet her actions and thoughts were driven by another force as that it was natural. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror through the door crack still motionless and dumbfounded. She felt a small pressure as the fetus positioned itself comfortably inside her womb. She released her her fingers standing up straight and readjusting her pants. She pushed the bathroom stall door open and stared at herself in the mirror one hand running over her now occupied womb. She didn't know what would happen now: would her belly begin to grow? Would this be a normal pregnancy? What about this boys poor parents they would never find their child again. She felt lost with these racing thoughts. The only comfort was knowing her boyfriend was waiting just outside those doors for her in full support. She also felt great comfort in knowing this boy wasn't dead and she had saved him. She blinked after what seemed like an eternity of standing there, turned and walked out to join her boyfriend. As she stepped out into the light he stood up from the bench he sat at and came to her side. Silently he also ran his large warm hand over her expecting womb. He took her hand and looked into her eyes caringly, neither of them speaking for neither knew what to say. She knew he had the same rushing thoughts as her and came to the same conclusion. Silently they slowly began to walk the park together still in shock.

Hey everyone! I wanted to make a guide for all the different stories I've posted here on DeviantArt. This details the status of each story, the main fetishes, the characters and how they overlap with other projects. In the future, I plan to release everything on Patreon first as a benefit to patrons, but they will also release here typically after 30 days. These are meant as a thank you for all your support, and although I know a lot of you are here for the games, I did my best to give these a similar feel by adding visuals. Each story can be found both here on my DeviantArt and on the story site Chyoa.com. DeviantArt is a great site to find stories and art. The downside is that you need to sign up with a (free) account to view mature content, and they don't allow visuals with things like bodily fluids or genitalia. Chyoa also has the benefit of customizing the main character's name, keeping things more aligned with the games by letting you personalize the story. Also, no

[Tags: breast expansion] You can listen to the audio version of this script here, performed by the incredible EmpressBlue * [Ava] Ah, that’s Hazel’s car. She must be outside. Damn, didn’t have time to light the candles. I really hope she doesn’t cotton on to all of this. It’s all a bit risky. Hypnotherapy? What was I thinking? I know bugger all about hypnotherapy. Maybe if I just say “go to sleeep” in a mysterious voice, that’ll sell it? I suppose as long as I get her lying down with her eyes closed I’ll be able to mess with her body as much as I like. Just gotta make sure I don’t take it too far… [Ava] Hazel! So great to see you, I didn’t think you’d come—you sounded a little hesitant earlier. [Hazel] Heh, yeah. I mean, I didn’t know what to think when you said you were learning how to hypnotise people. But if you’re convinced this’ll make me stop hating myself every time I look in the mirror, then I suppose it couldn’t hurt… Nice

29-year-old Mitsuru Ai sighed with resignation as another day comes to her cramped yet modest apartment in Downtown Tokyo, the only window that her place has being one that overlooks the Ginza district, where passersby and cars move about in seemingly perfect sync to the hustle and bustle of Japan’s capital megacity. A chronic “black company worker” as she calls herself due to limited livelihood prospects from her meager upbringing and highest educational attainment being that of a sophomore in Waseda University as well as her somewhat mute personality when it comes to social interactions, she was forced to bust herself deep in working for shady companies that had little if any in the way of employment standards and as such, she had issues with overwork that teeters near to burnout, lower than average if not delayed pay, and harsh superiors who took advantage of her sorry state by backhanded compliments and disadvantageous office politics. Eventually from her last “black

So she gets this bra in and she couldn't wait to try it on. She modeled it by holding it up in front of her. To both of our surprise it looked like it would fit her perfectly. I realized that there was what looked like a piece of paper still in the little box the bra came in. I picked it up, and sure enough, it was instructions. "To the potential wearer: This item is enchanted with a curse that will change said wearer to become as busty as he/she would like. For our friends transitioning to be female... be sure this is what you want as this curse will feminize your body in every way. It will not change your sex. That requires the item available on our website (the cock ring with attached butt plug) for $3,749.99 plus tax. CAUTION: for those whose significant others are using this cursed object, do Not let them..." was as far as I got before my wife yanked it out of my hand. "I was reading the instructions," I said. Then I saw that she'd changed into the cursed bra while I was distracted and before I could stop her my wife was hugging me. Her breasts were already growing at a slow rate and as she kissed me I felt my nipples stiffen. My dick got hard with them. Like my nipples were a direct link to it because as both got hard my nipples felt slightly more sensitive. Her growing boobs pressed against my chest and every movement caused her bra covered, growing boobs to rub them. My nipples felt like they were getting harder than my dick. "What good are instructions going to do with a bra that's supposed to give me the boobs I've always wanted?," my wife asked. Her tits were almost a c cup already and my nipples started to burn, like she'd been sucking and nibbling them. She noticed the odd expression on my face as my confusion to what was happening set in. Then she gasped, "Oh my god." She backed away quickly, "Bill, what's happening?" Everything about my body felt off but I didn't realize why, until I looked down. My nipples were bigger, hard as hell, and tenting my shirt out. I felt my hair shift as I'd looked at my chest. It dawned on me that I'd cut it short just a few days ago. I reached up and it was definitely at that shaggy stage. Then that same burning sensation in my nipples began spreading under them. Sharp little pains began to accompany the burning sensation, causing me to wince. My wife's tits had already filled out to very full c cups and she looked like they felt really good by her expression. "I... I feel really weird," I told her as she moaned, holding her growing boobs. my eyes suddenly became dinner plates as I heard my voice. It had become a little higher in pitch and wasn't rumbling in my chest like normal. I quickly walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. As soon as I saw my face I yelled, "Holy fuck!" My facial hair was visibly shrinking, my cheekbones were moving higher under my skin. My lips weren't as thin as they usually were, and my hair was just passed my ears. I ripped my shirt off, hearing my wife moaning more as she was getting closer. I looked down as that burning sensation was becoming this weird pressure. My chest was barely mounded, like a girl who was just starting to grow boobs. My skin felt a little softer and definitely looked that way. The hair on my chest was shrinking away like my facial hair. My whole body was showing signs of feminization. My arms, which were well toned, were now softer looking. Fat was filling in around the muscle, my nails were starting to get longer, and my hands looked weird. They were a little smaller as my fingers were slimming and lengthening. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was being feminized, rapidly. My dick was harder as the feeling of pressure and those stabbing little pains in my chest spiked through my nipples. Which were visibly larger, along with my areolae, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see that I was really growing little breasts of my own. My wife was standing in the door gawking at me as I was her. Her tits now at a full d cup as mine were a full b and climbing. That's when this very uncomfortable tightening, aching, and pulling sensation began to set in all across my body. My ribs hurt, just at the bottom, my hips and pelvis aching, even my torso felt like it was being squeezed. My shorts felt tighter as I half groaned/moaned. My muscles felt hot everywhere and I could tell that all of my body hair was diminishing. There was this increasing smoothness spreading everywhere as my body continued to feminize. I was hugging myself as all of my skeleton ached and felt like it was being stretched or squeezed as my chest started to gain a little weight. When I could focus a little, I looked up to see her watching me as she unconsciously kept fondling her own dd's as I was holding myself up with the wall and sink. Panting and groaning as my body continued to feminize more. The only part of me that wasn't changing was my dick and balls. Although my balls felt almost full and my dick was throbbing, right along with my nipples. That part was starting to feel pretty good. Especially when I jerked from a spike of pain in my now growing boobs, casuime to double over a bit and my boobs jiggled for the first time. My dark hair was already in my vision and my voice was sounding much more feminine and I couldn't feel my Adam's apple anymore. I went to my knees as my breasts accelerated their rate of growth, causing me to hold them and trying to cope with the spikes of pain as they continued their inevitable surge forth. Minutes later, I was laying on the floor panting like a dog, covered in my own cum and holding my triple d cup boobs. My wife was kneeling in the doorway, her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. I swear she had to be near g cups. I couldn't believe that I'd just had the best orgasm of my life from being feminized because of my wife's excitement for finally getto have big tits and her carelessness of not reading the instructions. But I felt fucking amazing. When we were both able to get up, I turned the shower on and set the water for how I wanted it. I hadn't said a word and my wife had a very worried look on her face. I reached out for her and helped her up, "See what you did baby? You got me turned into a big tittied girl with a dick and I've made a mess of myself. Since it's uour fault that I'm now a dirty girl, I think it's your responsibility to clean me up." I could tell that she felt guilty that her mistake had these consequences, but she wouldn't quit looking at my tits. I mean that after all they were pretty from seeing my reflection in the mirror Hell, I even looked pretty fucking good for a middle-aged man turned transgender woman. If I do say so myself. Even though I have her shit for causing this I knew it was an honest mistake. And it wasn't like we could do anything about it right away. "Oh my god honey. I'm... I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," she was near full blown crying. I pulled her to me, hugging her close, and kissed her for my answer. Although I have to say I did whimper because of how sensitive my breasts and nipples had become. When I broke the kiss, she just looked at me, then down to our squished together cleavage. "I know this was an honest mistake and we can't do anything about it right now. And even though I am upset that this happened, I'm actually getting horny again. You ever fantasized about fucking a girl that has a dick?," I blurted. My wife smiled a little, biting her lip, and pulled me in for a kiss.

Dear Diary, Hello, my name is Jenn! We have to start a diary for a class assignment, and I have never had a diary before! I feel like a girl from the old times. Except that would be with pencil and notepad! That sounds more authentic, but the assignment calls for being digital so we can show page counts. Plus, this way no one can read you, which is cool! Actually, since no one will read it, how is Mr. West going to know whether we did it? I could probably just write a bunch of nonsense and he’d never know! All work and no play make Jenn a dull girl! All work and no plaaaaay Speaking of playing, I’m going to go hang out with Haley! Dear Diary, I tried on a few dresses today. It's for a school thing, and I was thinking this one but it probably shows too much skin and the other girls would make fun of me. On a happier note, I had fun with Haley yesterday! I was house sitting for Grandma’s friends again and she came over. We stayed up late watching movies and eating snacks. I

Every eye in the café turned to face Sophie as she waddled in through the door, heads turned and jaws dropped. Sophie couldn’t help but realise how much she stood out. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to turning heads, a young, attractive and slender redhead girl certainly captivated plenty of imaginations whenever she walked into a room. But this was a very different kind of attention. Some of the staring faces seemed concerned. Others aghast, and some, somewhat oddly seemed as enthralled by her entrace as normal. Perhaps they were kindred spirits, but Sophie didn’t need that kind of attention right now. Right now she was starving. People moved out of the way as she waddled over to a chair and sat down, and even though this café was the kind where you had to order at the counter, a concerned looking young woman, only a year or two older than Sophie came over to take her order. She had plenty of money from her birthday, and she didn’t skimp on the order. Her precious cargo was starving

It was a quiet afternoon on a university campus, Lily, a young girl with long, straight dark hair, with a slim and elegant body who led a fairly routine life. She was in her second year of college, focused on her computer science studies. Her day began early, often before dawn, as she loved to take advantage of the quiet mornings to review her notes and advance her projects. Over time, her room had become a personal refuge, a mix of minimalist aesthetics and programming books piled on his desk. Although her life was focused on university and her academic ambitions, Lily had a secret interest in photography. She often glanced at the camera she kept on her desk, a gift from an ex-boyfriend with a passion for photography who had taught her some basic tricks before her relationship ended. Lily had been working on a coding project. Despite her focus on the codes, a part of her mind wandered between lines of programming and the images she wanted to capture with her camera. The sun was

The woman posed in front of the mirror, inspecting how the yoga pants fit her. The athletic clothing clung to her long legs, showing off her calves and thighs. She turned slightly, checking out her own butt. It wasn’t big by any means, but it also wasn’t flat. She looked worried as she pinched it, afraid it was getting flabby. Jane was only a few months away from becoming thirty. Like many other women her age, she was worried about her body changing as she got older. She religiously used wrinkle prevention creams and tried to maintain a diet, but she wasn’t as young as she used to be. With a sigh, Jane stepped towards the mirror. Her tank top had no issues, covering her small tits and stomach without issue. Jane wasn’t fat but she felt like she was. She could pinch an inch of her belly and that meant doom for her figure. Jane’s work was stressful, leading to a whole array of problems that resulted in her gaining a few pounds. She gasped as she clutched a stray hair, almost touching

Shima Rin didn’t consider herself a coward, but she still stood in front of the Outclub door, unable to open it. She needed a favor from Nadeshiko, and knew she’d find her here, but since New Years, Nadeshiko had become… harder to approach. Not that she was less sociable than before, if anything, she was more so. She was harder to approach in a more literal sense. Rin was just working up the courage to knock on the door when… BWOOMP! The door flung open, and a huge, heavy mass barreled right into Rin’s chest, knocking the wind out of her and sending her sprawling on the floor. She almost blacked out for a second, and when she opened her eyes with a groan, she looked up at what had hit her. The first thing she saw was a mass of heaving, pale white blubber, set to wobbling by the slightest motion and barely constrained by a school uniform, though a significant amount of it poked out from below. Her eyes followed it upward until they fell upon two enormous pillows, each one seeming

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

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Sarah was a young fox girl living alone in the forest. She had beautiful long, pink hair that she let flow over her shoulder, the rest was tied up with beautiful jewelry and hairpieces, she spent a long time on it that morning. She was a little over 5 foot, slender, and wore a pink kimono with a skirt that reached just a few inches above her knees. Her appearance was one of a young woman, with pink fox ears, and a pink fox tail peaking out her skirt. “Just this spot, and this spot, aaannd…. there we go! The whole room is cleaned!” Though Sarah lived alone in the middle of the woods, she resided in a large, one story traditional Japanese styled house. She kept good care of it, and just got done cleaning the final room. It was evening, and the sun was going to set in an hour or so. Sarah loved the pretty orange and pink hues of the sky, and went outside ready to watch the sunset. When she stepped outside, she heard a quiet gurgling sound. She put her graceful hand over her tiny belly. “Ooohhh, I was so distracted by cleaning all day, I forgot to eat!” She focused her attention to the sky again before another rumble came from her slender middle. Now she reached her hand up her skirt and onto her belly for better contact. “Oh, Sarah’s poor belly is much too empty, isn’t it?” Sarah often talked in third person. For some reason, it felt natural and cute to her. She continued to rub her belly, gently, very gently and slowly with her soft hands. Sarah then turned her attention towards the large forest beside her house. It was full of tall trees, lush grass, gracious flowing rivers, and, peaking her interest most, animals. Small animals, large animals, flying animals, slithering animals, and only one little fox girl, who was hungry. Though she was a very civil, feminine girl, she was still a fox. Some may even consider her a predator. She loved to eat the meats of different animals, but not in the way most would expect… She starting to skip towards the forest, humming her favorite song she often played on the piano. She trotted far into the forest, until she couldn’t see her house anymore, but she knew the way back. She stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. “Ok, you little animals, where are you?” She saw a small rabbit, nibbling on some flowers near a tree stump. Sarah tip-toed towards it, slowly, slowly, and then… pounce! She flew foward and grabbed with her little hands as it tried to flee. So how would she eat it? Would she bring it back home and cook it? Would she do away with it here, and cut it open to eat the meat? With both hands holding the rabbit, Sarah tilted her head up, opened her mouth, and shoved the little bunny right down her throat. She didn’t even bother to chew. The bunny went down her throat and fell right into her stomach. Sarah fell down to her butt and leaned her back on the tree, rubbing her belly, satisfied. “Oh, you cute little rabbit. Thank you for giving Sarah such a tasty meal!” She felt kicks and squirms in her belly, and she lifted her skirt to her chest for a better look. There was a visible bulge in her stomach, and it was moving slightly. It was obviously the rabbit trying to escape, but Sarah was rubbed her belly in an attempt to calm it down. “Shhhhhh… there there, calm down. You will make me sick… *URP* …oh! Excuse me! Ugh, do you see what you did? How unladylike!” After letting out a large belch and feeling her stomach some more, she put her skirt back down, and stood up, hands on her hips again. “Hmmm, I know you’re out there somewhere, don’t hide!” There were two rattlesnakes her slithering along the riverside, likely partners, that were suddenly lifted into the air by the fox girl’s hands. She put one towards her mouth. The snakes were big, one’s would seem to fill her entire mouth. But Sarah didn’t fear. She put her mouth around the snake’s head, and, not knowing any better, the snakes slithered its way down her throat, and in to her stomach. She did the same with the other. “Mmmmmm-mm! Oh, that hit the spot!” Her belly was now squirming with life, the three animals terrified. Combined with her natural, smaller stature, Sarah’s belly was now noticeably big. You may even mistaken her for being a few months pregnant. She began to kneed her bulge, feeling the movement of the snakes squirming around in her belly and the rabbit hopping. “Oh, just how cute!” But she was not yet satisfied. She was one of the predators of the forest. Though she had no ill intentions, she loved to feast off living animals. She looked for more animals and swallowed them whole. A rat, chipmunk, two squirrels, each meal rested heavy in her belly, which grew ever so slightly with every hunt. A bird, another bunny, a family of mice… Sarah just ate, and ate, and ate. After about half an hour of hunting, she leaned her back on the same tree she started on, standing this time, and she lifted her skirt above her belly once more. It was so packed with life, squirming, kicking, she looked like she burdened with an overdue pregnancy. She loved the feeling, though. Her natural motherly instincts told her to love the life stored in her enormous belly. With every kick and squirm she felt, she couldn't quite encapsulate how cute she thought it was in just words. At first she called them “the animals”, then she called them “her animals”, and now, sometimes, she even referred to them as “her babies”. “Ohhhhhh… oh… yes, babies. Oh, you cute little animals. You’ve made my belly so, so full. I’m… *hic!* ugh… oh… so proud of you!” She kneaded the taut skin over her belly, and with one hand on her stomach, and another supporting her back, she began to wonder home. Her belly was heavy now, and she had to lean back to support the weight in the front. While she waddled home, massaging her oversized belly with her skirt resting on top, tucked under her breasts, she began to sweat. It was such a burden. This weight was a lot for her, and she felt so full. Nothing she couldn’t handle of course, but even she would admit, she was having a tiny bit of trouble handling herself. It wasn’t just the weight, however, it was also the kicking. The kicking and squirming and slithering and hopping, she had a zoo in her belly. She even ate some fish from the pond, and drank additional water so they could still swim around inside her, so that was another thing sloshing her back and forth, making her struggle to keep her balance. Out of breath, she couldn’t wait to get home and admire her huge new belly. She wanted to sit down in her favorite rocking chair and slowly feel over her belly, playing with the animals that satisfied her so. “Foooooo… ugh, oh, this load is heavy for a young girl like me. Ooooooohhh, um, little animals? I think Mommy is going to take a rest for a while, but I’ll make it home in time for sunset, don’t you worry, cuties!” She patted her belly, which was responded with an audible rattle from one of the snakes. Her belly shook. So many animals were clawing at her insides, wondering how to get out. She femininely put her hand on her hip and patted her belly with the other again. “Ah ah ah! Nope! There’s only one way out of Sarah’s belly. You’ll just have to be patient, little ones! Rest calmly inside Mommy’s comfy belly for now…” …yes…only one way out…she almost forgot…. Seeing a large boulder to sit next to and lean back on, Sarah, making an effort not to tumble over with her new load, sat down accordingly. “Oh, I’m pooped.” With the back of her hand placed on her forehead in distress and the other rubbing the top of her belly for a much needed comfort, she only rested for a few minutes before a wonderful sight appeared before her eyes. A stunning baby deer slowly came to the river edge to drink water. It was large. Standing, it would definitely reach up past the hem of Sarah’s skirt… well, if her skirt wasn’t pushed up by a belly overfilled with squirming forest animals. Come to think of it, they were moving around in there awfully fast, faster, and faster, and… *pfpfpBTBTPT!* A loud expel of gas passed through her bowels and out her butt. Sarah put the tips up her fingers up to her mouth in embarrassment… “O-oh! Oh my, excuse me! Ah, just where are my manners?” She patted down hard on her big belly, as if to chastise the animals occupying her round, stretched stomach. But then she was distracted by a realization. (That deer sure looks tasty, doesn’t he?) Except that was the problem. It was a “he”, a male deer. Though a baby still, it already showed signed of small, but strong antlers. They may be sharp, and hurt her belly! Or worse… “Th..that fart, it reminds me that I have to… oh my… I have to poop all this out eventually, don’t I?” Those antlers would be hard to pass on through, wouldn’t they? Not to mention, she was already carrying a load that few full term pregnant women have ever reached. Sarah’s belly was enormous, her skin taut, her kicks harsh and plentiful. Her once slender tummy was now the size of a much overdue twin pregnancy, or maybe even triplets? Regardless, she had no room for more prey, that’s for sure. But Sarah’s mouth watered, the deer was so graceful. She could do it. She was the top predator of the forest! She was Sarah, Sarah the fox girl! The hungry fox girl, hunting her pray, filling her belly to the max to satisfy her hunger. Without a second thought, she leaped forward… ***** Her belly was so swollen. It seemed to reach up and touch the sun. Movement from inside was harsh. It thrashed to and fro, side to side, it gurgled loudly, and now had a popped belly button. And underneath all that, lying in a boulder, was the young fox girl, Sarah. She couldn’t resist. And in her opinion, it was worth it. She was so full! Her longing for satisfaction was no more, her love for her “babies” was greater so, and she truly felt like the Queen of the Forest. Sarah looked like she was pregnant with an adult about her size, and maybe a few full term babies in there too. Her little skirt had no chance of covering up this colossal little girl any more. She kind of liked the breeze. “Hey, little animals, calm down i- *URP* in there. Shhhhh, it’s okay. I feel you in there. You don’t have to kick arou-*hic!* so much… Oh, I would be SUCH a great mother. This belly could hold so many babies! *Sigh*, if only I didn’t live alone in this forest…” Her belly was overall round, but those animals sure weren’t still. Huge bumps would quickly rise and go away again. It was the kicks. It was painful, yes, but Sarah could handle it. Her feminine instincts gave her a good tolerance to life kicking in her belly, though even with that, this was a bit excessive. She would constantly be flung left and right. The strength of so many animals was strong, and now they were all confined to such a small space inside Sarah. Sarah would let out moans and yelps in response to the hyperkinetic movements inside her. Some would find it hard to watch. Her on her back, with a belly much too big, kicking oh so hard and fast. On one occasion, she even let out loud scream (it was the antlers, no doubt). Combining this with how she tightly gripped her gigantic stomach, it looked as if though she were trying to give birth to many, many babies. Or maybe just one, very, very big baby. She would fling her head back, kick her legs around, grit her teeth, groan in pain, she would even try breathing exercises that pregnant woman would do during contractions, which came naturally to her. They just moved around so harshly and violently, and it was so, so big. For the next few hours, she stayed and rubbed her enormous belly. When her hands got tired, she used her tail to rub some. All the while, Sarah was able to calm the animals trapped in her middle. She pretended she was pregnant and she was soothing her many, many babies to sleep, but she knew what was really happening. She was digesting them. The poor little animals, once booming with life inside this new, cramped home, were now being turned into said home’s waste. Her farts became louder and more frequent. She tried to ignore her eventual fate, that this package she cradles in her arms, packed so full and heavy in her giant belly on her lap, she would eventually have to push all out of her butt. But her farts became so loud and powerful, they began to hurt. At this point, there was no more life in her stomach, and the thrill of admiring her new grown belly her gone. She knew it was time, she felt the urge to push. And she knew, this would hurt. ***** TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2

In a small town outside of Vegas there lived a young woman named Lily. At just 22 years old, she was known throughout the world as the stretchiest nymphomaniac to ever grace the earth. Lily's body possessed an extraordinary flexibility, allowing her to accommodate any size cock with ease. But Lily's insatiable desire for sexual pleasure knew no bounds. She yearned to set a new world record, one that would challenge even her own remarkable abilities. She dreamt of conquering the largest dildo ever created, a massive monstrosity that stood at a staggering 10 feet in length and 2 feet in width. Determined to achieve her goal, Lily dedicated herself to rigorous training and stretching exercises. She spent hours each day preparing her vagina for the colossal challenge that awaited her. With each passing day, her body grew more elastic, her pleasure threshold expanding beyond imagination. As fate would have it, the colossal dildo she sought was not a mere sex toy hidden away in a secret room. No, it was a grand spectacle, a public monument proudly displayed outside the headquarters of the renowned sex toy manufacturer. This enormous creation, aptly named "The Goliath," stood tall as a testament to human desire and the pursuit of sexual ecstasy. One fateful day, after months of intense preparation, Lily stood before The Goliath. The colossal dildo gleamed in the sunlight, its enormity taunting her, yet fueling her insatiable lust. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she prepared to mount this mammoth phallus. Beside being a monument The Goliath was also fountain its waters lay dormant. This fountain, intricately designed to resemble a giant cock, was the source of a mysterious white, slimy fluid. Little did Lily know that this fluid would play a significant role in her ultimate satisfaction. As she positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, she set her welcoming lips atop the massive tip. She holds her breath and with a cringe she relaxed her vulva, with almost a full bottle of lube directly squirted into her the head entered with a loud squelching sound. Lily's eyes instantly rolled to the back of thier sockets and a deep moan she began bouncing in the air the only thing holding her now was her pussy on that bulbous head which you could clearly see bulging her canal, which looked like a basketball being pushed in and out. Some time passes and a maintenance worker appeared, the original plan was just to lube up Goliath and keep the pump off, but lily had a different idea. With lust in her eyes while perched on the monument she puts in the request to turn the pump on. His eyes widening at the sight before him. Lily's seductive smile and the temptation of an unforgettable experience convinced him to grant her request. Hesitant yet intrigued, he approached the fountain's controls. "Please," Lily pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Turn on the pump. Let me feel the full force of this monumental pleasure." With a mix of trepidation and arousal, the maintenance worker acquiesced. He reached for the controls and slowly activated the pump, unleashing the torrent of white, slimy fluid. The fountain sprang to life, its phallic head spewing forth the liquid of unimaginable pleasure. As the first drops of the cum-like substance entered Lily's womb, she felt an intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body. A feverish ecstasy washed over her, and her body began to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing second. Initially, her body expanded to the size of a yoga ball, her skin stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid. But the pleasure was far from over. Lily's body ballooned further, reaching the size of a giant beach ball, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the air. With every passing moment, her body continued to inflate, her skin stretched to its limits. The pressure inside her womb intensified, pushing against the colossal dildo lodged within her. Lily's feverish bucking only increased, her desire for more overwhelming her senses. And then, with a final, explosive surge of pleasure, the dildo slid all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Lily found herself suspended mid-air, impaled by the massive dildo, and the cum-like substance oozing from both ends. Her body, now resembling a massive weather balloon, quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. The once-stretched nymphomaniac had achieved the unthinkable, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She had set a new world record, one that would forever be etched in the annals of sexual history. As the cum-like substance continued to flow, Lily reveled in her triumph, her every desire fulfilled. The maintenance worker stared in awe and disbelief, realizing that he had been a witness to an unforgettable spectacle of pleasure and excess. And so, suspended in the air, her body swollen and glistening, Lily basked in the glory of her accomplishment, forever cementing her legacy as the world's most insatiable nymphomaniac and the conqueror of The Goliath.

My name is Victoria. I am 18 years old and I am only 4 foot 6 inches tall so I am very short. On top of that I have a rare genetic disorder that makes everything I eat go straight to my ass. Good thing I'm poor and I can't afford any food. But anyway I started my new job today at the castle and I am super nervous! I'll be a maid for King Arthur and they sent me my work uniform and it is very revealing. A black short skirt that barely covers my ass, and a black corset to push up my boobs.. I look completely goth in this outfit with my black hair and lip piercings. I head to the castle to begin my shift and I walk into the maids locker room. There was only one other girl in there sitting on the bench. She was blonde and had a big belly that was exposed and covered her lap, but it was completely round. I walk over to her and reach out my hand "Hi I'm Veronica! I'm new here so I don't know what to do yet" The blonde maid scoffed and rubbed her swollen belly ignoring her hand "How far along are you" I blurted out fixated on her belly "I AIN'T PREGNANT!!" The blonde maid shouted and my face went bright red "Oh I-Im S-sorry I didn't know" "Look it's fine, I'm just under a lot of stress because my belly hurts from the king dumping so much cum into my womb.. it's what he uses us maids for" My face went even brighter from such an odd sentence "Oh.. my God!, I didn't know that; it didn't say anything about that on the application!!" "It'll be alright, you can turn him down, but he'll pay extra if you become one of his favorites" I thought I was in a dream cuz of how bizarre the situation was "Okay if you say so" I say calming down The blonde maid grabbed both of the sides of the bench and heaved herself forward using her belly as momentum to stand up.. she panted out of breath "I'm.... Sarah... I'll... Show you... Around" She said waddling to the door. I couldn't help but wonder what I would look like with a belly that big with my short stature. If I needed a little extra cash that is, but I hope it doesn't come to that. Sarah showed me around and showed me what I would be doing other than pleasing the king. Even tho she was bigger she moved faster than my short legs could. Sarah may be grumpy, but it's nice to find a work friend.

Hello! This is a copy of a tool I use for writing expansion stories, a word list of sorts for this particular kind of literature. It might seem boring, but I try to keep my vocab choices varied to artificially inflate (ha!) the excitement in my stories. This list is also ever-expanding (puns!), so I'll try to keep this post updated to reflect that. I'll also write some thoughts on how to use these lists, which are completely optional reading. Growth When writing the titular scenes in expansion stories, the first thing that comes to mind is how to describe various things, well, expanding. Variety is the spice of writing, among other things, and this is no different. - Grow - Swell - Fill out - Fatten - Expand - Enlarge - Spread - Widen - Balloon - Mushroom - Burgeon - Bulge - Inflate - Puff - Billow - Surge - Plump The most important thing to think about when choosing between "grow" and "swell" and any other word in the list above is imagery. What's growing, how is it growing, what's

-month 4- "Phew" gasped Julia softly as she stared at the absolute wall of tit-flesh and belly before her. Her vision directly in front had been reduced to zero for about a week now, her large breasts and gigantic belly far too big to see past. And large they were; each gargantuan tit was the length of a school bus, and had a very oval-shaped appearance. For the first time in her life, her breasts stuck out just as far as her belly, if not further. Her breasts were swollen to an insane degree and each were covered with countless stretchmarks. Even a simple movement or bump would cause one to bounce and ripple, making her moan in discomfort. "Ohhh...so sore..." Julia whispered. Her belly was even more ridiculous , while it wasn't sticking out in front of her any more than her chest, it was as wide as a semi trailer parked sideways. She was genuinely feeling like a balloon at this point, stretched in every direction. She cooed while rubbing Her side , admiring her sheer vastness. "I'm so...fertile.." she gasped out "...so full of Jeremy's babies..". She tried to move any part of her body besides her arms and head, to no avail "I'm so...so heavy" She moaned out loud while touching the stretched out skin. She gasped as a kick was delivered from within, "Yeah...you must be so hungry for food~" She spoke softly and reached for her phone. She quickly dialed up the local wing place and as soon as they answered, she began pouring what might as well have been a speech. "HI, Yes, this is Julia Tyran. You already have my husband Jeremy's card on record so just use that." She paused and licked her lips. "I will have 15 orders of 100 wings please. 10 of those orders BBQ and 5 of the orders red hot." There was a stunned silence on the other end of the phone, Julia giggled and continued "I know it's alot, but I have over 240 people to feed haha. I'll also have 7 bottles of coke, 3 liter size.". "Yes m-ma'am" responded the stunned woman on the other side. Julia grinned at her reaction, "that will be all, thank you so much!". She hung up and let out a soft belch. "Oof...excuse me!" She chuckled to herself and softly slapped her bloated belly. It hurt alot when she did that, but it was a good pain, a pain that reminded her how full of babies she truly was. She groaned as a kick came from the front of her enormous gut, far away from her arms reach. "Damn...I miss Jeremy right now.. I hope his business trip is going well". She reached for her phone and sent him a text. "Missing my husband and baby daddy. Love you". "I miss you more my baby factory, I love you too, don't forget that tomorrow the doctor is coming in to check on you!" Jeremy responded. She pouted and groaned, "that's right...the doctor is coming soon..." Julia replied while rubbing the tight skin of Her belly. ~~~~~~~ "Oowww...what happened?" Julia spoke softly while opening her eyes. She looked around and saw 15 empty boxes ,covered in bones that had been eaten clean of any meat, lying next to her on the nightstand. "I was really hungry...wasn't I?" She chuckled to herself and slowly moved her arms , grimacing as she stretched her skin. She felt tight. And not just on her belly and breasts like usual, she felt tight all over. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that Julia didn't know if she liked. "Urp! Wow..." she covered her mouth after a rather strong burp. "You guys must've had a growth spurt" she chuckled softly while rubbing Her swollen breasts. She winced as a kick hit her belly . Julia could feel the kicks become more frequent and closer together as time passed. It seemed as though Jeremy's babies were impatient for food, but she couldn't really blame them, given her own hunger. She reached for her phone and checked the time, it was around 11AM. "Hm...I still have about an hour before the doctor gets here..." Julia thought for a moment and then began looking at her online accounts on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, which was basically all she ever did these days. Julia soon found herself checking out the new baby pictures and videos that her friends had uploaded. "Awwwwww" she said in admiration as a particularly cute picture of a baby appeared. She couldn't wait to birth her giant family, to hold them all, to see their faces. To make them smile, to feel them against her bountiful bossom. She was ready to hold her children and somewhat jealous of mothers who already were able to do so. But just one look at her swollen body , so stretched with babies and fat, would immediately make her jealousy go away. Julia sighed softly and massaged her breasts, trying to soothe the aching they were experiencing. There was a knock at the door and Julia pressed the button on her remote to answer. "Hello, who is it?". " it's Dr Hannah and my Medical staff here to check-in on you!" Said a woman on the other side. Julia pressed a button and the front door was unlocked. "Come on in!" She said with a smile. Dr Hannah walked in with 3 other doctors, all of whom were wearing masks ahead of time. Julia was rather shocked to see how beautiful this woman was, short in height, at around 5 foot flat, with broad hips and large DD breasts , she was the epitome of fertility. And yet...Julia made her look like a boring woman. She blushed and bit her lip, trying not to let her pride show. The medical staff stood still for a few moments, staring with eyes wide with shock and awe. "Wow..." Spoke Dr Hannah as she slowly walked up to Elizabeth and placed a gentle hand on her bloated belly. "Y-your belly is taller than I am...". Elizabeth giggled "You're damn right it is! I'm the most pregnant woman ever! ..right?". Dr Hannah nodded and began to walk around, pressing her hands against the massive surface area of the belly, at the same time the other 3 doctors began checking Julia's back and shoulders, softly pushing and poking. Elizabeth closed her eyes and moaned, arching her back at the intense feeling. "Oh...ohhhhh" she panted "s-stop, it feels so good..." she mumbled softly. The medical team were staring in awe as they watched the bulging mass of a woman twitch and spasm with pleasure. "Are you okay miss...?" Asked one of them, an older gentleman. "Yes I'm fine!" She smiled at them, though a bit awkwardly. Elizabeth was having trouble getting her face to stay neutral, the intense pleasure she was feeling made it difficult to do so. The team continued to move around her, the female doctor lightly pressing her palm down on her gigantic belly. Elizabeth twitched, feeling the sensation run through her body. She blushed heavily, finding it difficult to think. "Well Julia, you're healthy! That's really all I can say!" Said the Doctor cheerfully, albeit with a slight shocked tone. "Are you sure?" Elizabeth replied. "Yes, you seem to be fine...the babies seem healthy and everything". The doctors left almost as fast as they had arrived leaving Julia all alone. hungry and horny. She couldn't stop her mind from racing to the thoughts of her tightly packed womb...her Gigantic breasts...Jeremy's loving touch. She was getting soaked, and that was putting it mildly. Elizabeth looked at herself in the mirror mounted on the ceiling. She was starting to genuinely get fat due to the constant eating and baby weight, she now had a massive double chin that jiggled any time she spoke. To most women, a double chin would be a nightmare, but to Julia it was yet another symbol of her Goddess like fertility . She bit her lip and reached for her phone to text her husband. "Jeremy, I'm starting to get fat." She texted. "Oh honey, you don't like it?" Jeremy responded playfully, to which Julia sent a string of suggestive emojis. "I want your cock. I want it so bad" she texted with baited breath. "I'll be sure to oblige you when I return" Jeremy responded. -2 days later- "Ugh...so sore...so full..." moaned Julia before being interrupted by an absolutely massive belch. She blushed deeply while she felt her stomach rumbling. Jeremy had spent the last two days feeding her and fucking her non-stop, and her entire body was showing the results. Her double chin in just 2 days had become a triple chin, and her breasts had grown another 2 feet in diameter and length. Her arms had gotten notably fatter as well, growing their own rolls and dimples. "I'm such a obese, baby filled pig" she muttered to herself with a grin. She continued to stroke the skin of her engorged belly, it felt so amazing to touch. Julia thought of her kids, Jeremy's beautiful sperm having filled her up to the brim with 245 absolutely massive babies. Jeremy walked into the bedroom and pressed his naked body against his wife's weather-balloon sized gut. "Hey baby-factory~" he said with the sultry tone that drove Julia wild. "Jeremy as sexy as you are without clothes, your knocked up fat cow of a wife is absolutely starving!" Julia said almost yelling. In the past weeks she had really become quite the rude brat, but she knew it was to her Husband's liking. "As always Big girl" Jeremy responded with loving sarcasm. "What will it be,hmm?" Jeremy began to tease while poking Julia's tight belly "a whole cow? , 300 buckets of chicken? Oh! Maybe you want to eat an entire small farmer out of his entire inventory!" He said with a smirk. Julia shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully "I'd actually like TWO whole cows, thank you very much!" She said with equally joyful sarcastic muse. Before she could speak any more, Julia was interrupted by an earth-shaking growl emanating from her titanic middle. She blushed and covered her mouth, trying to hide the maniacal grin she had plastered on her beautiful face. Their babies responded to her belly's demand and began to kick up a storm, causing painful bumps to appear briefly on random locations of her massive womb. "Ugh..h-hey! Knock it off!" She shouted while softly smacking her enormous breasts, not out of frustration but to distract from the arousing sensation of almost getting popped. A small burp left her large lips as Julia began to request her meal. "Jeremy, I want to have 10 KFC family sized buckets of fried chicken, 20 Big-Macs , 3 liters of coke, and oh! Hmm...." she tapped her chin while thinking of what else she desired, "....oh, yes, I also want 8 gallons of extra extra extra fat weight gain shake, a entire large red velvet cake, a gallon of vanilla ice cream, oh! 30 large fried shrimp!, and maybe! 3 full racks of ribs! Oh! With extra BBQ sauce!". She finished by gently jiggling what she could reach of her Gigantic breasts and making a pouty face, her way of "begging". Jeremy, after a moment, finally agreed with an impressed smile. "Your appetite never fails to impress me". He turned and quickly walked to the living room to begin ordering, still totally naked, and very very much hard. Julia giggled watching her aroused husband walk away. It always made her happy to see the effect she had on him even after all this time and all the changes she was going through. Her thoughts were interrupted by another small belch, they had been more common now as her expanding womb and heavy breasts continued to take up more and more space that her organs would normally have. This meant she often couldn't burp properly unless she was laying on top of her larger than life belly. With a sigh she pressed the button on her necklace and spoke, "computer, I need to burp again, roll me onto my belly please" . A series of mechanical whirs and clunks could be heard before a soft hum as the machine began to move the entire bed towards the front of the room. It moved rather slowly, it had been designed to accommodate a pregnant woman after all. Eventually, the bed rolled Julia onto her belly, the movement causing her to gasp and moan out in pleasure as she was moved. Julia couldn't help but admire the amazing work that her husband had done, this was one of the most advanced self-powered beds that money could buy. "You really know how to treat a pregnant woman honey" she said with a giggle. As soon as she was laying on her stomach she could immediately feel an increase in her ability to contract her belly muscles in order to muster a proper burp. She felt it building , a huge burp, one that had been growing within for days now. She also knew something her husband had yet to admit out loud: her burps turned him on. "Oh jerem- urp!- " She covered her mouth. She had to hold this burp in just for her hubby! Even if it meant a growing bloating sensation within her . "Jeremy if you're done ordering my lunch come here!!!" She said happily and loudly. Her husband walked into the bedroom happy to see his beautiful wife laying on top of her belly that was so packed full of his babies. It was cute. And very hot to see her giant breasts dangle like the heavy boulders they were. "W-what is it baby-factory?" He said with a smile. "Climb my giant belly and get up here and kiss me!" She said with a playful pout. Jeremy obliged and met her face to face. "Oh and..." she blushed deeply "..grab my fat double chin while you do..." she tried not to smirk, it was really a triple chin,but that didn't sound as nice. "Yes ma'am " Jeremy said as he firmly grabbed his wife's neck fat and kissed her deeply. When the kiss was done, Julia looked him in the eyes and spoke. "Oh and baby! " She grinned and before he could respond, she let out a belch so loud that her entire body shook, and that the whole neighborhood certainly heard, right into Jeremy's face. It was the largest burp Julia had ever managed, the look on her Husband's face told her so. She chuckled and rubbed his cheek. "You liked that, huh?" she asked softly. Jeremy nodded. "Its..i... I loved it" he said with a deep blush and large degree of bashfulness, while massaging her triple chin. "I've been wanting to try that for a long time..." Julia said while massaging the upper area of her bloated tits. "I-its amazing...I-I love you so much..." Jeremy said. Julia could tell Jeremy was aroused by the large bulge between his legs. "Are you gonna fuck your baby factory now, honey?" She said while letting out another slight burp. Jeremy nodded. "I was going to anyways~". Julia let out a squeal of delight and shook her massive ass with anticipation, watching Jeremy walk around her belly to position himself behind her. She was already wet between her legs, had been for a while now, and her husband took full advantage and thrust himself into her waiting vagina. She let out a pleasurable moan as he did, feeling him deep inside her. She could feel his massive member pushing deep within her walls, his thrusts causing her fat body to jiggle like an ocean wave. "Yes! Fuck your pregnant wife!" She screamed loudly. Jeremy was too lost In pleasure to respond with words, but he grunted in approval and began to fuck Julia even harder, grabbing her massive love handles for support. She let out a series of gasps and moans as her husband continued to fuck her with deep and energetic passion. Julia gasped loudly and reached behind her (or more precisely tried to, as her arms had started to become fat enough to limit their mobility) moaning loudly. She wanted to get her husband's attention, "Baby!" She said excitedly. "Y-yes baby-factory?" Jeremy responded in between grunts. "I can't wait to be pregnant again after this litter~" Julia said loudly. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that logic was not on her mind at this moment. "For My next pregnancy I w-want.." she moaned loudly as Jeremy slapped her fat ass "...I want to be pregnant with 2,000 of your babies next time!". Jeremy gulped and dug his hands deeper into his wife's ass, his fingers disappearing in her softness. "H-how would I deliver on your want honey?" Jeremy managed to say between his grunts. "You'll find a way!" Julia said while letting out a squeal of pleasure. Almost as if on command, Jeremy exploded inside Julia, his sperm filling her pussy substantially. Julia wasn't far behind and came as she moaned her husband's name. The two continued to fuck, even after the climax, for what felt like an hour, as they only stopped due to the food she had wanted finally arriving at the door. "Food's here baby!" Julia said with a smirk.

My Stressed-Out Boss By: FLA527 Another in the Shooting Stars series A TG - RS story Gerald Simpson sighed heavily, it had been another long day. Made even worse because my unit had to work late due to a project upper management assigned our team. Anyway, finally all seemed to have finished their assignments and were heading out. Going around, checking in to make sure all had turned in their work and thanking them for pitching in by staying late. And as I moved through the area, from cubicle to cubicle, checking in with each team member, a weariness was asserting itself. At 44 years old and unfortunately divorced, currently I had little more than work in my life. Yes, I have two kids, a 20-year-old son and 17-year-old daughter. But, they were busy with their lives, which didn't leave much time for a father who'd, honestly, been so busy trying to build his career to have much time for them growing up. So sadly, now it was a struggle to get them to commit much