Meeting Notes 2017 08 01

           It felt like an eternity before I could even catch my breath, before my weary heart stopped racing, and I dared to open my eyes.  My tits were fucking massive.  They jutted away from my body like a pair of pink, swollen zeppelins, my bust now at least two feet broader than it had been minutes before, and rising so high that all I could see of Sadie was her head, my breasts so outrageously distended that sitting like this they rose more than a foot higher than the top of my head.  I wanted to feel them, but I was afraid; my skin was drawn so tight that I felt like even the most delicate touch might be enough to make be burst.  The veins beneath my skin still stretched across my enormous globes, now pulled so tight I swear I could see them throbbing in time with my pulse.  If Sadie shared any of my fears, she hid it well.

           “Mmm, now that's more like it,” she said, bending over as she ran her fingers down the upper hemisphere of my tumescent bosom, “And look, you didn't explode after all, so all's well that ends well.  Here, since we're done with the evening's entertainment, let me give you a little more growing room.”

           I felt her tugging at the clamp that attached me to the pump; every pull threatening to overwhelm my dangerously overfilled breasts.  With a pop, the clamps came free, and I cried out in pleasure and pain as my nipples expanded to what felt like several times larger than before.

           “Ooh, look at that,” Sadie purred, giving one of my rock-hard peaks a squeeze which, I realized, was so impossibly fattened that her fingers didn't reach all the way around it anymore, “I never would have guessed that those little pencil erasers you were sporting a week and a half ago could withstand being blown up as large as overripe plums.  Oh, but you're in for a treat next time you're due for milking.”

           “Oh, please, be gentle,” I sighed, the aftershocks of delight still coursing through my body threatening to blaze back into something more every time she touched me, “I feel like my boobs are going to burst.”

           “You're not far off,” Sadie said proudly, “If I'd gone ahead and added another five pumps just for good measure, I think they just might have.  But how rude of me to leave you in suspense like this, surely you're just dying for the full report?”

           “Oof, report of what?” I asked, struggling in vain to keep my head clear.

           “Well, like I told you before, after you reach a certain size, there's no amount of growing that doesn't come with a cost, and you, my dear Persephone, have paid for an awe-inspiring amount of growth tonight,” she said, sounding curiously impressed, “Yours are just about the most spectacularly overfilled breasts I've ever laid eyes on.  You've got stretchmarks all across the underside of your bosom and up nearly to your arms on each side, bright red and I swear I can see them spreading out every time you so much as inhale.  Your poor areolae are split right through with them, like white starbursts streaking out around your nipples, that tender, aching skin around them straining so awfully it’s all I can do to keep myself from touching you there.”

           “Oh, please, it's just too much for me to hold,” I begged, “Can't you let some of the air out?  Deflate me a little just so I'm not just right at the brink of popping?”

           “Ah, I almost wish I could do that, just because you look so absolutely adorable sitting there flinching every time you do so much as glance at your overinflated twins, “Sadie said, sounding like she didn't quite mean it, “But I'm afraid what's done is most permanently done.  And this is just what you've got to enjoy right now; breasts this big might be bought all at once, but your payment is definitely on the installment plan.”

           “Wait, what do you mean?” I asked, near panic.

           “Well, everything I told you is just what your breasts have had to suffer through a few minutes after growing and before you've so much as moved from that spot,” Sadie explained, almost sounding sorry for me, “If you think your tits have been through the wringer right now, just imagine what you've got to look forward to next time they're full of milk too, or how once you actually start moving around all those ponderous pounds of flesh are going to exact their price on your aching, overinflated breasts, not to mention your back.  Believe me, my dear, you'd better hope you and your girlfriend have come into some good luck in your search, or tomorrow night you'll really find out what being overfilled to bursting feels like.”

           I woke up, sunlight just beginning to filter in through the blinds, the sheets of Elena's bed knotted around my body and soaked with lust and fear.  There was no sign of Ell, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized there was no room for her either; my breasts were every inch as wide as her mattress.  They were so heavy against my chest I could barely breathe; I wondered if I was actually having a heart attack.  I was wide awake, so much bigger than I had been when I'd come to bed, and I was about to burst.