Summary: Annica, a 23-year old art student has been gradually growing over the years. Lately becoming concerned that her growth will never stop, a sudden rapid swelling of her bosom gives a whole new twist to the matter - and soon everyone will notice her increased size... Why is she growing so fast, and how big will they get?
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For the Sake of Art
Part 1
Annica woke up in the morning, just to find her top-covered breasts feeling all sore and swollen again. She was laying on her back, and felt a familiar tight and heavy feeling on her chest.
”Oh no”, she sighed quietly as she ran her hands over the honeydew-melon sized mounds and squeezed them together. ”They'll never stop growing...”
She sat up and felt her swollen breasts weighing down, feeling even more sore as they did so. They felt full, as if she had filled them with warm liquid of some sort. Despite the soreness, all of it felt pleasant in some strange way, because the swollenness had also made them more sensitive. However, it wouldn't have been pleasant for her unless it was for the thought of having them admired and caressed by some attractive boy, which was the exact thought that came into her mind as she was looking down at them while cupping them.
Annica felt her sizeable nipples get hard from her fingers brushing over them, and soon they were poking through her top even more visibly than before. Perhaps someone, somewhere wouldn't mind her big size? Maybe it wasn't a bad thing she was expanding? The only thing was that it made her awkward around her friends who kept commenting on it. It wasn't exactly a surprise that they had noted her heaving bosom that was stretching out her t-shirts more and more every week! Not to mention the way they jiggled from the slightest movement, the bigger they got. She didn't exactly want the attention her friends gave her for them. Sure, her bodily mounds were big, so what? They were just breasts, and yet some people always made such a strange fuss about them. A silly thought came to her mind about the ”Free the Nipple”- movement eventually succeding, and her walking outside shirtless – except that her bosom would soon be so big, that it'd probably get her out of balance in the smallest of winds...
”I'm already 23, surely they will stop growing soon...” Annica thought to herself. ”They can't go on forever. I just simply haven't reached my full adult size yet. Maybe I'm behind in development or something? Yet I still have the biggest breasts I know...”
She stood up – feeling her braless breasts jiggle wildly as she did so – and looked at herself in the mirror. They surely looked more swollen than the night before, and her nipples were still poking through. Her breasts were all round and squashed together in her neckline, and her top was looking rather tight on them.
”Oh god, I'm going to need new clothes again”, she thought and tried to tug her top a bit to make it fit better. It only made her breasts bulge outwards from the neckline, as if they were growing rapidly in front of her very eyes. ”Sheesh...” she exlaimed with widened eyes.
Annica took off her top to put on her bra, but noticed it wasn't as easy as before. She was on her way to becoming too big for them! The cups hugged her breasts really tightly, and a noteable part of them was bursting out from the top-side, only underlining their swollenness. The tight bra felt slightly uncomfortable with all the soreness as well. As she watched herself in the mirror, she noticed her breathing made her breasts bulge dangerously. When she put on a t-shirt for the day, she could see the seams of her bra-cups through it.
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Later that day at the university, Annica was standing on small, metallic ladders and painting abstract figures on a huge canvas that was three meters in height. Her friend, Claire, was standing below her doing the same thing. They were alone in the small atelier, working on a collaborative piece that was a part of their art studies.
”Wow, Annica”, Claire said suddenly while looking up. ”Your breasts look so big in that t-shirt.”
”Will you stop it?” Annica said with irritation in her voice.
”Well I'm just being honest, they look so big and round from here, even moreso than I remembered!” continued Claire and still kept looking at them. ”They jiggle so much while you paint. I could make a statue out of your shapes, you'd be an interesting model for that.”
”I'm not sure if a statue-model with an unnaturally enlarged bosom is what they want you to do for that course...” Annica said sarcastically.
”I believe they're always open for new ideas”, commented her friend. ”I wonder what they look like without that shirt. I bet they bulge forward and downwards when you take it off, looking even bigger than they do while contained by your clothes, and-”
”What's your problem, seriously?” Annica snapped and stopped painting, finally looking down at Claire. ”Leave my boobs alone and get on with your work.”
”I'm just fascinated because of artistic reasons”, said her friend neutrally and finally stopped staring. ”You know us artists can be a bit weird sometimes.”
”I know that, and I am too, but at least I'm not overly fixated on your basic body parts.”
”To truly be an artist you kind of have to be, at times”, Claire commented philosophically.
”Right now I kind of want to make art by pouring this jar of paint all over you....”
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During lunch at the university cafeteria Annica noticed her bra was feeling even tighter than in the morning. She was trying to stretch to get more comfortable as she was eating, but it only made her bra creak and her bosom bulge forward, and she didn't want any more weird comments from her fellow artist friends who were accompanying her.
”So, how's the collaborative painting going, Annica?” asked Mark, one of her friends. ”I heard yours is going to be quite big.”
”It's going just fine, apart from Claire driving me nuts from time to time”, she said and took a bite of her big sandwich and a gulp of juice.
”Sounds like typical Claire, she's always like that. Is all still going according to plan, though?”
”Oh yes, I'm sure we'll be finished way before the deadline. I hope. Unless she keeps getting distracted by irrelevant things.”
”Like what?” Mark asked innocently, and Annica realized she shouldn't have said that.
”Uh – well you know. Just weird things she sometimes comments about.”
Mark looked at her in a confused manner for a second, but then continued eating. Annica was happy she had dodged the bullet, but soon her attention went to her breasts again – her bra just kept feeling tighter and tighter, and it was getting really uncomfortable. She could have sworn she even heard and felt her bra creak slightly. Trying to ignore it, she kept on eating, but felt increasingly sore and swollen.
”Am I growing or something?” she thought and felt shocked ”It can't be this fast...”
She took another bite of her bread, and once she had swallowed, it felt as if her breasts bulged forward. They really were swelling!
”What was the subject you were making the painting of, again?” Mark continued talking, unaware of Annica's distress.
”Huh? O-oh um... It's an abstract painting about spring”, she said, feeling weirdly bigger by the minute. ”About how it affects your mind and -”, her bra creaked some more, and her bosom bulged forward over the table, ”-how it's visible in the society and people's health...”
Her bra-cups were sinking into her swelling skin under her t-shirt, and she felt her nipples getting hard as they grew. She felt her breasts squashing together even tighter in her neckline, and soon Mark was bound to notice she was literally swelling in front of his very eyes...
”Ah yeah, I remember now. That sounds like an interesting subject, and very relevant to this time of year”, he talked casually. ”I'm sure it'll be great. I think me and Andrew chose a subject that's a bit too complicated, we can't seem to agree on it...”
Annica nodded nervously, and wanted to escape the situation to the bathroom. She didn't want to talk over him, so she anxiously waited for him to finish, all the while her breasts were rising like dough in her tight bra. She was becoming worried that her bra would snap, and her cover would be blown.
”Andrew has a lot of insight though, so I try to listen to his ideas a lot, and I gladly let him kind of take the lead sometimes, you know?” Mark pondered and was looking somewhere past Annica.
Annica felt her bosom reaching the side of the table, touching it and slowly starting to rest on it. How the hell was she swelling like that? Would they stop?
”I-I'm sorry Mark, my – uh – phone is vibrating in my pocket. Someone's ringing I guess. I gotta take this call”, she blurted out and stood up a bit too fast, causing her swelling mounds to bounce noticeably. Then she rushed out of the cafeteria to find the most isolated bathroom.
Once she had climbed a few staircases with great haste, her breasts bouncing with her, she found a quiet corridor with an empty bathroom and rushed in to lean against the sinks. Her heart was racing, because she was so worried her bra would snap in public. She looked at herself in the mirror in front of her, and noticed her nipples were poking very visibly, and her breasts had swollen a lot from what they were in the morning. Even her t-shirt was getting crowded! And it didn't stop there – her bra-cups had sunk tightly on her breasts, and they still kept on swelling!
”Oh god....” she moaned quietly. ”I'm feeling so big...”
The creaking of her bra got more intense, and as she looked down, she felt as if she could almost see her bosom bulging forward and over her bra. With every breath her bra was pushed to its limits.
”I need to take them off or they'll explode”, she thought nervously and twisted her arms behind her back to fiddle with the latch. The movement pushed her large, now actual melon sized breasts forward, making her bra creak in agony. She couldn't get a grip on the latch, and it was becoming too late...
”Ahh god, it's going to happen... They're gonna snap...” she thought, and noticed she was panting. The creaking continued and her breasts were swelling like dough, until....
POP
A loud popping sound was heard as the latch of her bra exploded, and her bosom bounced forward in her t-shirt, looking bigger than ever. Annica gasped loudly. They jiggled for a good while, and her nipples were poking sharply through the shirt.
She removed her broken bra under her shirt, and stared at her reflection, or rather the swollen, squishy orbs on her body that were rounder and bigger than in the morning. They seemed to have settled down, but the experience left her a bit shaken. How could they swell so fast? It had never happened before, despite them steadily growing over time. Annica was worried it'd happen again during a lecture or some other unsuitable occation. Besides – she wasn't expecting to grow this big all of a sudden! Perhaps it was just a final spurt until they reached their final size.
Annica dug out her hoodie from her bag and covered her jiggly, braless breasts with it, so no one would notice her sudden jump in size, and decided to wear it until the end of the day.
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(To BE continued)
