@swellingstudios: Girlfriend's Growing Secret (Trailer): She’d been acting weird all evening. You’d left your bottle of experimental breast expansion pills on the nightstand, the ones you’d been carefully dosing yourself with for weeks. When you stepped out of the bathroom, she was already leaning against the doorframe in the hallway, that light blue tank top clinging to her frame, jeans riding low on her hips, the late afternoon light catching the fine hairs on her arms. She gave you that half-smile and told you she’d only taken a couple. Just a few. Curious, she said. Wanted to feel what it was like. The first changes were subtle. Her chest pushed a little harder against the thin fabric. The soft curves under the tank top grew fuller, heavier, the material starting to stretch across the front. She shifted her weight, one shoulder pressed to the door, watching your face as the weight settled lower. You could see the outline of her nipples beginning to press through. Then the real growth hit. Her breasts swelled fast, the tank top forced upward as the soft flesh ballooned outward and down. The fabric strained, the neckline digging into the upper slopes. She looked down at herself, eyes widening, mouth parting as the weight kept climbing. The blue material stretched translucent in places, the underboob already starting to spill past the hem. Her hands hovered near her sides, not quite touching, as if she was afraid of making it worse. You watched the seams start to give. Tiny white threads snapped one after another across the front of the tank. The fabric tore in long, wet-sounding rips as her breasts forced their way free of the material. The torn edges peeled back over the swelling curves, leaving most of the massive, heavy orbs exposed, only thin strips of blue still clinging across the middle. They hung enormous now, each one bigger than her head, the soft undersides pressing against the waistband of her jeans. The skin looked taut and shiny under the hallway light, the weight making them sway with every shallow breath she took. She finally confessed. The whole bottle. Every last pill. She’d swallowed them all the moment you left the room. The growth didn’t stop. Her breasts kept filling, the skin stretching tighter, the surface growing smoother and more reflective as the internal pressure climbed. The remaining scraps of her top were pushed aside completely. The heavy globes rested against her torso and each other, the deep cleavage between them dark and compressed. You could see the faint blue veins beginning to map across the pale skin. Then the milk came. It started as a sudden, sharp pressure behind her nipples. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as the first thick streams forced their way out. White arcs shot forward in strong, rhythmic pulses, splattering across the hallway floor and the open door. The jets grew stronger with every heartbeat, thick ropes of milk spraying in wide, uncontrolled streams. Her breasts jolted with each forceful release, the soft flesh shuddering as the pressure inside found its only escape. Milk ran down the undersides in heavy rivulets, soaking the front of her jeans, dripping from the heavy lower curves in long, continuous strands. She stood there, pinned between the door and the wall, body trembling as her chest unloaded everything it had built up. The sprays eventually slowed to thick dribbles, then to slow, steady leaks that continued to trail down her skin and drip onto the floor between her feet. Her breasts remained enormous, heavy, and overfull even after the worst of the pressure had drained, the skin still stretched glossy and tight. When the last of the milk finally slowed to nothing more than occasional drops, she lifted her gaze to you again. The expression on her face was a mix of exhaustion, residual shock… and something else. Something hungry. She asked if you had any more pills.

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