04-29-2019, 03:32 PM
And Then . . . Chapter 9, In My Wildest Dreams 2/2
With Warren gone away for a little while, Amanda was home alone again and left to her own devices. To be honest with herself, she didnt really know what to do . . . So she went for the old standbys and put a couple pounds of wings in the deep frier and took out a freezing 6 pack of beer and a 1/2 gallon of rocky road.
She devoured the ice-cream waiting for the wings to cook… but how cares, it was breakfast time anyhow. Wings done, and smothered in hot sauce she devoured them with the 6 beers.
Standing in the middle of her kitchen in nothing but a pair of skimpy knickers, she massaged her breasts and pulled on her nipples… ‘grow babies grow for your mama she said to herself, expecting she might get another couple of pounds on her boobs, another 1000cc in size before Warren got back again.
Suddenly, she realized she had nothing to wear. She remembered she had stopped at some fabric shop and bought all kinds of super oversized tank-tops and materials, so she decided she would have a sewing day and make some really great clothes for herself to tease Warren with.
Warren had left her quite a few extra things in large cloth shopping bags before he left. An assortment of waist cinchers that were even stronger than the ones she owned, so she put one on. It was really curious, it was neoprene and latex, in layers, with side straps that appeared to tighten only and not loosen. She put it on, sucked in, and got it fairly snug. It felt REALLY good to her. And it pushed the little bits of fat she had down onto her hips and up into her tits.
Her breasts were still stuck out pretty straight and had perked a little since her breakfast. She bounced her way to the bathroom and sized herself up in the mirror. To the contrast of her black waist cincher, she looked positively freakishly big! She got wet just looking at herself. . . oh my God, she thought, she had become her own secret dream come true, and her mind embraced her new figure with approval and desire for even more.
Here she was, 10,400cc per breast in size, 33% of her body weight was boobs and she gazed long and hard in the mirror and then said aloud to herself “still kind of small, I can still be a lot bigger than this. I want to drain Warren daily of every drop of cum in his sac until he spends his time away from me just recuperating.
She bounced up and down on her toes, making her boobs bounce up and down a few inches, then more, until then were almost traveling 2 feet from very bottom to very top of their bounce. It was an astonishing sight. She admired the curves of her hips and ass now too. And her flat tummy. She was truly on her way to becoming the perfect little fuck doll. Something she wanted to be more and more with each passing hour.
She moved her materials into the living room, brought out a cooler full of milk and beers and other drinks, and set up at her sewing machine with scissors, and sewing patterns, and her MacBook on a side desk, and the TV in front of her too . . . she was ready to put in a full days work. She pulled an XXL tank top down over her torso and it kind had a weird shape to it, so she decided she would start with another one and tailor it around her boobs and her petite frame.
She took it in on the sides around the waist, and then flared it out a little on the bottom, and shortened the straps by about 6â€. She also took some of the material she had cut away and sewed it into the opened up seams on the sides near her boobs, to accommodate them now and when they got a bit bigger.
She took off the tank she was wearing and slipped on her new tailored one. BANG, it fit like a smack in the mouth. It hugged her curves and accentuated her tits and hips and ass perfectly. She walked back to her bathroom and sized herself up. She mouthed the word WOW over and over and was awe-struck at how great her curves looked. Her nipples poked right out and were clearly protruding to the point of busting holes in the tank.
She knew she would need to try her hand at making a bra next. She hated bras, always and forever, but she needed to contain her tits. To contain their bouncing as she walked, to strap them in if she had to run, and of course to put a mini-bra over her domes to keep her nipples from hurting anyone!! She laughed hard at the thought of all that.
Despite having all the material she needed for most of her planned projects, she had nothing to make a bra out of. So she put her brothers old plaid shirt over top of her tank top and hopped in her car on a mission and popped into Wal-Mart on the way and bought a bunch of big bras in various sizes then the fabric outlet to get some bra-like material, strong clasps and a some heavy duty thread. She opted for black and red colors all round, so that she could wear her favorite floppy semi-see-through tops again and show off what was underneath without showing a thing.
Amanda carried everything in to her ‘work station and got to work making what she could. She measure the circumference of each boob at about 33.5†HOLY GOD, They were as big around as her whole ass and hips! She tried out the cups from all the big old bras she had bought, but now of them would fit around her boobs. So she decided the best thing to do was to make a gelatin mold by filling up a couple of big balloons. Then she took some red bra material and started to shape, measure and pin it before sewing it together. Next she found the black bra with the strongest thickest band and straps and cut that down to fit around her ribcage that was smaller around than even one of her boobs, and started putting it all togeher. 2 hours later, she had a bra that fit her. Then because of the red fabric and being able to see through it, she put it on, grabbed a black sharpie and marked out her areoles on it and took it off and cut out holes for them to poke through. She tried it back on again and it fit perfectly! He areolae and nipples fit through it all the way. Then she took one of her old black bras and cut the cups out and shaped them to completely cover her areolae and nips. Then she sewed it together and put it back on. It was positively obscene!! She loved it. She had tailored it for 16†of cleavage and her domes looked like normal b cup tits sitting on top of basketballs. It was positively delightful. She made one tiny alteration, she unstitched the nipple cups half way so they could fold down for quick and easy access.
She loved her new bra and decided to make a few more. This was thirsty business, and it even though it seemed gross to her, Amanda alternated before a pint of milk and a pint of beer a few times that day.
Amanda found her corset/waist cincher nicely tightening, from the internal abdominal pressure of the beer and milk sloshing around inside her but she knew she had to take it easy and not try and grow too fast or shed be back to a preggo looking belly and then tits growing quickly again and having to make more bras.
It suddenly dawned on her: She was planning on reaching a size where it was going to be really hard for her to make clothes for herself. She was planning on reaching a size where everything besides growing breasts and having sex was going to be challenging. She might even reach the size where she would have to rely on Warren for everything, even helping her get to the bathroom. She orgasmed uncontrollably at the very thought!
So she started into making bras that were bigger and bigger, making larger molds that were 12,000, 15,000, 20,000, 22,500, 25,000 30,000 all the way up to 50,000ml balloons. And then started in on making bras to fit each and every one of them. She assumed the band size of the bras wouldnt change as she was watching her weight from hereon in.
Next she started altering more tank tops to form fit her, and then she strapped on the bigger bras and made tanks to form-fit around each of them - with enough space to grow a little. She then took her brothers old plaid shirt apart, altered it to form fit her now and then used it as pattern to make more tops to fit her tightly, and ones than would fit her after each stage of growth. She used all kinds of material. Plaids, silks, cottons, lycra-spandex blends, you name it. She even got some oversized sweaters out of storage and altered them as best she could.
She had created an entire wardrobe for a woman who was forever going to have breasts that were half her body weight.
She slugged down one of the bottles of BAS from the vet and laid down on her couch playing with her nipples like cows teats until she fell fast asleep.
It wasnt long before she was in dreamland where she started dreaming of milk all over her and hungry mouths sucking on her.
7 hours later with the sun streaming through her living room windows, She awoke to find one of her nipples in her own mouth and one being furiously drawn on by her hand, and she was covered in sticky sweet milk!! Her nipples were close to 2†long now and still 3/4†thick!! Her areolae hadnt shrunk any either, if anything they were now about 7/8†off the tops of her tits. And her tits? Well, they felt a little heavier but also a little bit squishier thanks to her milking!!
She went to her kitchen sink and started expressing milk in a large mixing bowl until it was full, from one breast alone. She bottled that off and then did the same for the other breast.
She felt so much better then noticed that Warren would be home soon! Only one problem. Even though her new bra still fit her snugly, the areolae/nipple domes were way too small now.
“Holy shit, my areolae and nipples are C-cups maybe even D-cups on their own now!â€
She was very excited . . .
Stay tuned for chapter 10.
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With Warren gone away for a little while, Amanda was home alone again and left to her own devices. To be honest with herself, she didnt really know what to do . . . So she went for the old standbys and put a couple pounds of wings in the deep frier and took out a freezing 6 pack of beer and a 1/2 gallon of rocky road.
She devoured the ice-cream waiting for the wings to cook… but how cares, it was breakfast time anyhow. Wings done, and smothered in hot sauce she devoured them with the 6 beers.
Standing in the middle of her kitchen in nothing but a pair of skimpy knickers, she massaged her breasts and pulled on her nipples… ‘grow babies grow for your mama she said to herself, expecting she might get another couple of pounds on her boobs, another 1000cc in size before Warren got back again.
Suddenly, she realized she had nothing to wear. She remembered she had stopped at some fabric shop and bought all kinds of super oversized tank-tops and materials, so she decided she would have a sewing day and make some really great clothes for herself to tease Warren with.
Warren had left her quite a few extra things in large cloth shopping bags before he left. An assortment of waist cinchers that were even stronger than the ones she owned, so she put one on. It was really curious, it was neoprene and latex, in layers, with side straps that appeared to tighten only and not loosen. She put it on, sucked in, and got it fairly snug. It felt REALLY good to her. And it pushed the little bits of fat she had down onto her hips and up into her tits.
Her breasts were still stuck out pretty straight and had perked a little since her breakfast. She bounced her way to the bathroom and sized herself up in the mirror. To the contrast of her black waist cincher, she looked positively freakishly big! She got wet just looking at herself. . . oh my God, she thought, she had become her own secret dream come true, and her mind embraced her new figure with approval and desire for even more.
Here she was, 10,400cc per breast in size, 33% of her body weight was boobs and she gazed long and hard in the mirror and then said aloud to herself “still kind of small, I can still be a lot bigger than this. I want to drain Warren daily of every drop of cum in his sac until he spends his time away from me just recuperating.
She bounced up and down on her toes, making her boobs bounce up and down a few inches, then more, until then were almost traveling 2 feet from very bottom to very top of their bounce. It was an astonishing sight. She admired the curves of her hips and ass now too. And her flat tummy. She was truly on her way to becoming the perfect little fuck doll. Something she wanted to be more and more with each passing hour.
She moved her materials into the living room, brought out a cooler full of milk and beers and other drinks, and set up at her sewing machine with scissors, and sewing patterns, and her MacBook on a side desk, and the TV in front of her too . . . she was ready to put in a full days work. She pulled an XXL tank top down over her torso and it kind had a weird shape to it, so she decided she would start with another one and tailor it around her boobs and her petite frame.
She took it in on the sides around the waist, and then flared it out a little on the bottom, and shortened the straps by about 6â€. She also took some of the material she had cut away and sewed it into the opened up seams on the sides near her boobs, to accommodate them now and when they got a bit bigger.
She took off the tank she was wearing and slipped on her new tailored one. BANG, it fit like a smack in the mouth. It hugged her curves and accentuated her tits and hips and ass perfectly. She walked back to her bathroom and sized herself up. She mouthed the word WOW over and over and was awe-struck at how great her curves looked. Her nipples poked right out and were clearly protruding to the point of busting holes in the tank.
She knew she would need to try her hand at making a bra next. She hated bras, always and forever, but she needed to contain her tits. To contain their bouncing as she walked, to strap them in if she had to run, and of course to put a mini-bra over her domes to keep her nipples from hurting anyone!! She laughed hard at the thought of all that.
Despite having all the material she needed for most of her planned projects, she had nothing to make a bra out of. So she put her brothers old plaid shirt over top of her tank top and hopped in her car on a mission and popped into Wal-Mart on the way and bought a bunch of big bras in various sizes then the fabric outlet to get some bra-like material, strong clasps and a some heavy duty thread. She opted for black and red colors all round, so that she could wear her favorite floppy semi-see-through tops again and show off what was underneath without showing a thing.
Amanda carried everything in to her ‘work station and got to work making what she could. She measure the circumference of each boob at about 33.5†HOLY GOD, They were as big around as her whole ass and hips! She tried out the cups from all the big old bras she had bought, but now of them would fit around her boobs. So she decided the best thing to do was to make a gelatin mold by filling up a couple of big balloons. Then she took some red bra material and started to shape, measure and pin it before sewing it together. Next she found the black bra with the strongest thickest band and straps and cut that down to fit around her ribcage that was smaller around than even one of her boobs, and started putting it all togeher. 2 hours later, she had a bra that fit her. Then because of the red fabric and being able to see through it, she put it on, grabbed a black sharpie and marked out her areoles on it and took it off and cut out holes for them to poke through. She tried it back on again and it fit perfectly! He areolae and nipples fit through it all the way. Then she took one of her old black bras and cut the cups out and shaped them to completely cover her areolae and nips. Then she sewed it together and put it back on. It was positively obscene!! She loved it. She had tailored it for 16†of cleavage and her domes looked like normal b cup tits sitting on top of basketballs. It was positively delightful. She made one tiny alteration, she unstitched the nipple cups half way so they could fold down for quick and easy access.
She loved her new bra and decided to make a few more. This was thirsty business, and it even though it seemed gross to her, Amanda alternated before a pint of milk and a pint of beer a few times that day.
Amanda found her corset/waist cincher nicely tightening, from the internal abdominal pressure of the beer and milk sloshing around inside her but she knew she had to take it easy and not try and grow too fast or shed be back to a preggo looking belly and then tits growing quickly again and having to make more bras.
It suddenly dawned on her: She was planning on reaching a size where it was going to be really hard for her to make clothes for herself. She was planning on reaching a size where everything besides growing breasts and having sex was going to be challenging. She might even reach the size where she would have to rely on Warren for everything, even helping her get to the bathroom. She orgasmed uncontrollably at the very thought!
So she started into making bras that were bigger and bigger, making larger molds that were 12,000, 15,000, 20,000, 22,500, 25,000 30,000 all the way up to 50,000ml balloons. And then started in on making bras to fit each and every one of them. She assumed the band size of the bras wouldnt change as she was watching her weight from hereon in.
Next she started altering more tank tops to form fit her, and then she strapped on the bigger bras and made tanks to form-fit around each of them - with enough space to grow a little. She then took her brothers old plaid shirt apart, altered it to form fit her now and then used it as pattern to make more tops to fit her tightly, and ones than would fit her after each stage of growth. She used all kinds of material. Plaids, silks, cottons, lycra-spandex blends, you name it. She even got some oversized sweaters out of storage and altered them as best she could.
She had created an entire wardrobe for a woman who was forever going to have breasts that were half her body weight.
She slugged down one of the bottles of BAS from the vet and laid down on her couch playing with her nipples like cows teats until she fell fast asleep.
It wasnt long before she was in dreamland where she started dreaming of milk all over her and hungry mouths sucking on her.
7 hours later with the sun streaming through her living room windows, She awoke to find one of her nipples in her own mouth and one being furiously drawn on by her hand, and she was covered in sticky sweet milk!! Her nipples were close to 2†long now and still 3/4†thick!! Her areolae hadnt shrunk any either, if anything they were now about 7/8†off the tops of her tits. And her tits? Well, they felt a little heavier but also a little bit squishier thanks to her milking!!
She went to her kitchen sink and started expressing milk in a large mixing bowl until it was full, from one breast alone. She bottled that off and then did the same for the other breast.
She felt so much better then noticed that Warren would be home soon! Only one problem. Even though her new bra still fit her snugly, the areolae/nipple domes were way too small now.
“Holy shit, my areolae and nipples are C-cups maybe even D-cups on their own now!â€
She was very excited . . .
Stay tuned for chapter 10.
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