Saturday morning. The phone rang at Heather's house. "Hello. Oh yes, just a minute," Heather's mom had answered the phone. "Heather, Bobbie's on the phone."
"Hey, Bobbie, what's up?" Heather made it sound as though nothing was different between her and her friend. Her mom didn't know about Bobbie's condition and Heather wanted it to stay that way as well.
"Heather, can you come over sometime late this afternoon? If you want, maybe you can even spend the night. We have a lot of things to catch up on." Bobbie was starting to get lonely, even if there were nine in the same bed. She needed Heather to talk to just to keep her sane. "My mom said that it would be OK if you wanted to. She's been as understanding as a mom could be in a situation like this I guess."
Heather could hear the tone of Bobbie's voice and knew she needed to spend some time with her. She had neglected her over the past couple of weeks because of Steven's constant presence. Today and tonight, he would just have to live without her. "I will ask and see if I can come over later this afternoon. Maybe we can watch a couple of movies?" Heather was trying to be distracting to her mom's constantly open ears.
"That would be great! Give me a call a little later this afternoon, there's something else that I have thought about doing."
"OK, I sure will," Heather switched ears, "Talk to ya later." She heard Bobbie say bye on the other end of the phone and then she hung up the receiver. She could only wonder what Bobbie had in mind for tonight. There was something going on or she wouldn't have brought it up. "Mom, would it be OK if I went over to Bobbie's to spend the night?"
"I don't see why not. I don't think that me or you dad were going to do anything special. Are you going to eat dinner here or over there?" Her mom was just being her mom now.
"I suppose I will eat here and then go over there after dinner." Heather felt that would be best, although she was interested as to how much Bobbie must be eating now. She knew she would probably find out later that night anyway.
Bobbie was back on the phone right after she hung up with Heather. "Hello? Jason?" she paused, hoping that it wasn't his dad.
"Yeah, Bobbie? I thought that you were never going to call me back?" Jason was breathing a sigh of relief that she had finally called. "How's it going?" He hadn't seen her in nearly three weeks.
"Things are getting bigger and bigger, how about you?" Bobbie knew how to get him going.
"Well, to be honest, things are going great, but I have been concerned about you. I can't really call your house because your parents would assume that I'm the one that did that to you."
"They'd be right too!" Bobbie almost laughed, and two of the babies kicked. "Would you like to see me?"
"Would I?" Jason lost his breath, "When?"
Bobbie paused for effect, "How about tonight? Would that be OK?" She could almost hear his heart beating over the phone.
"Yea! That, uh, that would be great!" His hands started to shake, "Where and when?"
"Be outside my window sometime between twelve and one."
"Twelve and one! Isn't that kind of late?"
"My parents will be asleep and you won't disturb them. Heather is coming over to spend the night, so she can help with everything."
"OK. I will sneak out and come over. I want to see you so bad." Jason's mouth was starting to water thinking about being so close to Bobbie in a matter of only a few hours.
"Just to warn you though, I'm a lot bigger than I was the last time that you saw me," she giggled this time. "Think that you can handle me?"
Jason was drooling now. "I'll be there, believe me, I'll be there."
"I'll see you later then. Bye." Bobbie had him hooked. Now all she had to do was to get Heather to help her get up and over to the window where she could be seen by Jason. "Heather will help," she whispered. "She likes her hands on me - I guess I do too!" She giggled some more and felt four more kicks. "I know, I know, I'm excited too, but we have to wait until tonight." She rubbed her belly as she talked to her babies, "Honestly, I feel like I'm having a football team sometimes."
Heather called Steven and explained to him the situation for the evening and night. Steven said that he would see her the next day or on Monday at school. He mentioned that he had some stuff that he needed to do with his family anyway. Heather got off the phone and started getting ready for the day. She couldn't help thinking about her relationship with Steven and how it had worked into something so wonderfully fulfilling.
As the days went by, Steven and Heather were finding their escapades becoming more and more involved. Steven would come over usually every other day, but he split the days up so that there wouldn't be a particular pattern for his parents to recognize. The window would be unlocked and Steven would slowly and quietly climb in, shut the window after him and then go into the room that had become their love nest.
Thursday evening, Steven actually got into the room before Heather did. It had been a little over a week since their first try at sex and they were both enjoying their time together. Steven prepared the pad of blankets on the floor and got ready for Heather to come in.
Steven heard Heather's dainty footsteps coming down the steps and the across the floor of the basement. The doorknob twisted and the door slowly swung in. Heather brought her head in enough to see that Steven was already lying on the blankets. She shut the door and tiptoed over to where he was. "I have something to show you, Steven." The grin on her face went from ear to ear. "I know that you have noticed that my breasts have been growing a little."
"A little is hardly the word I would use for it, Heather." Steven's face was beaming, realizing that he was about to see her breasts in the flesh again. "They've grown since last week."
"Well, I think that you'll like what you see tonight." Heather started to unbutton her shirt, starting at the highest button and working down. "I'm sorry I didn't get to see you today at school. I had to stay after in History to copy some notes that I didn't get finished with. That ran me late and I had to get a note just to go to my next class." Her hands were working themselves through the buttons, while Steven's mouth was watering on the inside, waiting to taste her already erect nipples.
"That's OK, we see each other quite a bit. One morning isn't going to set us back, just make us more eager to see each other." His hands were getting moist.
"There, the last button! Sometimes things just take too long." She parted the shirt to reveal that she had a T-shirt on under it. As she removed the shirt, it was clear, even through the T-shirt that her breasts were expanding into new territory, trying to sneak out from under her bra. She laid the shirt down and reached down to pull the bottom of the T-shirt up. Heather did this slowly, letting each rib show for a half a second before raising it up any further. She knew how to get Steven going. Inexperienced as she was, she was constantly learning new ways to turn Steven on - her favorite was to make him wait before everything.
The shirt came up over her bra, proving what he had thought before, her breasts had grown quite a bit in only the last forty-eight hours. "Steven, I'm going to need some help from you to unfasten my bra. It's gotten quite tight and it isn't as easy to get off as it used to be. The hooks need pulling together to take up the slack; could you do that for me?"
Steven was speechless. His mouth felt dry, his tongue too big. Heather turned her back towards him and he raised his hands to the clasp. He took both sides of the clasp and unhooked it so that the main band of the bra came loose. Quickly, he twisted the strap of the bra so he could read the label. "32C!" He didn't actually mean to say it out loud but it was already done. "And you're pouring out of this one?"
"Yea, I guess my mom and I will have to go back to the store in a couple of days."
"I'd say you better hurry."
Heather had turned back around and was facing him. They were both on their knees, looking at each other. Steven raised up his hands and slowly caressed her breasts, and then started to knead them as though they were bread dough. "Don't be too rough, Steven, they have been very sore the last few days. It must be all of the attention that you've been giving them."
Steven grinned and began to move his hands slower and softer across her breasts. Her nipples were very hard, and turning darker with each passing moment. With Steven's hands busy, Heather used her hands to unbutton and unzip Steven's pants and pull them down. His pants showed that his excitement was growing, and it wouldn't be long before he had to be inside of her - and she knew it.
Heather quickly came back to reality. She had been staring at herself in the mirror reflecting on Steven when her mom knocked on the door and came into her room. "I thought that you were ready?"
"Just another couple of minutes and I'll be finished up." Heather was trying to grasp where the time had gone.
"We need to go on to the store so we can get back. I have some other stuff that needs to get done today. So, hurry up and we'll be on our way."
Heather nodded and jumped up and started getting ready. All she had to do was come? out of her night shirt and put on her bra and a shirt. Her night shirt came off and landed on her bed. "Now, where's that bra?" She found it on the floor next to her night stand where she had left it the night before. She snapped the catch together, spun it around and pulled the straps up on her shoulders. More work than it had been the previous day, she worked her breasts into the cups. "I'm glad we're going to get new ones. This one isn't going to make it to the store if a take a deep breath." The cups were mounted on her breasts like a beanie on a nerd. The straps were pulled tight and flesh was flowing out from under the cups. "I hope we get there quick!"
Heather and her mom arrived at the store about thirty minutes later. "OK, Heather, what size are we going to have to look for?"
Heather had no idea. "I don't know."
"Well, we'll just get two or three different sizes in your measurement and see what happens." Her mom wandered over to a rack of bras in various sizes and colors, and chose three apparently at random. "These ought to get us started."
They went back to the dressing rooms and went inside one of them. Heather had always been very close to her mom, especially when talking about the changes in her body, but over the last couple of weeks she had been rather closed lipped about her breasts. She took her shirt off and her mom gasped, "Oh, my! How did you get into that thing this morning?" Heather had been successful at disguising her growth.
"It wasn't easy," Heather blushed.
Her mom looked down at the bras in her hand and then back at Heather's chest. She shook her head, "I better go back and look again. Stay right here." She went back to the racks. "Damn!" she whispered to herself, "I wish I had breasts that size!" She chose some larger sizes from the racks and returned to the fitting room. "Here you go, I hope that one of these fits. I wasn't expecting you to be so big that you'd have to be re-measured. We'll have to go somewhere else for that. They don't do that here at this store." She watched as Heather removed her bra.
Heather reached around and undid the clasp. It was under a great deal of tension and snapped around toward her sides. Released, her breasts relaxed and spread out on her rib-cage. They were firm, holding their rounded shape, standing proud of her chest, but at the same time wide and luscious. "I guess I have grown a little," she smiled at her mom, hoping that she would just accept that she was now smaller than her daughter.
"Yeah, I'd say you've grown more than just a little." She handed Heather one of the largest cup sizes she had been able to find for a 32-inch bra. "This is an E-cup. It's huge, but try it and see how much too big it is. Then we'll try the smaller ones."
Heather hooked the clasp and worked her way into it. "Looks pretty good. What do you think?"
Her mom sat down in the chair and stared at Heather's stunning figure for a moment. "It's a perfect fit. Let me see if I can find another the same size and we'll go with them." She gathered up the other bras and went back to the racks. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She was still shaking her head when she came back with another E-cup and let Heather try it for size. It looked as good as the other one did. "I guess we will go with these two. Do you like them?"
"Yeah, but can I wear this one home? It feel quite a bit better than the other one," Heather was hoping that her mother understood.
"Sure, just give me the tag off it and we'll take them to the register."
When they presented the bra and the other tag, the cashier looked puzzled. "OK, where's the other bra?" Then she grinned at Heather's mom as she noticed the twelve-year-old's new shapely figure. "Never mind, I think I just found it."
Heather and her mom just looked at each other and grinned. Mom knew that her little girl was going to start getting a lot of attention, and Heather knew it too. Heather felt better all the way to the car. Her breasts almost bounced with each step. She even looked down once or twice to see if they were actually moving. She couldn't tell it, but they sure felt like it to her.
Later that afternoon, Heather got back on the phone with Bobbie. "Bobbie? Hey! How are you doing?"
"Better now that I know that you are coming over tonight." Bobbie started rubbing herself again, and she felt the babies' responses. "You are not going to believe how much I have grown since you were over here." Bobbie used her right hand to reach as far as she could around her belly. She rubbed the side of it, feeling her babies inside constantly moving. "And could you bring me some candy bars?" Bobbie was constantly hungry and her parents had been reluctant to give her anything with high sugar content, scared that it might not be good for her.
"What kind?" Heather was more than happy to do anything for Bobbie, but she didn't know that sugars had a direct effect on the growth of her babies.
"It really doesn't matter, but I really like Crunch bars. Think that you could bring me some of those?"
"Sure, I'll get some and bring them over tonight." They talked for about an hour, finishing up with another reminder from Bobbie to bring her the candy bars.
Bobbie put down the phone and looked down at herself. Not so many weeks ago, her breasts had flattened out under their own considerable weight. Now, as with each passing day they became more engorged, they were becoming more and more rounded, until each mound resembled her belly in shape, if not quite in size. She ran both hands over her belly. The skin was tight and smooth. Until a week before, her skin had grown along with her growing babies, but the sudden growth spurt had sent the babies growing past the rate of the skin. She could now feel every inch of growth within her. Bobbie didn't feel any pain, but she could feel the expansion and tightening of her skin, and she could feel each little kick.
Heather arrived at Bobbie's that evening about 6:30 and went directly up to Bobbie's room. "You weren't kidding!" Heather was standing at Bobbie's door and looking at the mound of flesh that was her friend. "You look like you've been eating for nine!"
"Close the door and come over here!" Bobby reached out for Heather's hand and placed it against her swollen belly. "Feel them?"
"How could I not feel them?" Heather placed her other hand on Bobbie's belly and started feeling as many of the movements as she could. "Do they keep you up at night doing this?"
"Sometimes, although I would never say anything to my mom. She might think that there's something wrong." Bobbie placed both of her hands on her belly and they both felt around for several minutes. "Heather, have you seen these yet?" Bobbie lifted off the shirt that was covering her breasts.
Heather stopped rubbing Bobbie's belly and her eyes became huge. "And I was going to surprise you with mine." Heather motioned toward her own breasts. "I've never seen a pair that big!"
"I've still got three months to go." Bobbie said this as though she was in the middle of a party and the center of attention. "I can only imagine how big I'm going to get."
Heather was having enough trouble trying to grasp just how big Bobbie already was. "If you grow much bigger, you're going to split wide open!" Heather could see how tight Bobbie's skin was on her belly. "Doesn't that hurt to have your skin so tight?"
"Not at all. I rub as much as I can with lotion every night so I don't get stretch marks. Mom said that it was extremely odd that I haven't gotten any. She said that it was as though my skin was actually growing to fit the babies." Bobbie giggled and shook back and forth. Her belly rolled a little back and forth like a giant water balloon full of Jello. "They seem to like that. They get all active when I do it." Bobbie giggled again and leaned back on her mound of pillows.
Bobbie watched the TV for a few minutes and then looked at Heather. She knew that she had been taking the pills. No seventh grader could have such big ones without some help. Her friend was still groping her belly. "I need a bit of help from you, Heather."
"Sure, what do you need." Heather never looked up.
"First, did you bring me a Crunch bar?" Heather reached over into her overnight bag and handed over three candy bars. "Now, what I need is to stand up and go to the window."
Heather stopped feeling Bobbie's belly and looked up. "You want to stand up?" She looked at Bobbie's belly and then back up at her face.
"Yeah. You see, I told Jason to come over somewhere between twelve and one tonight and that I would be in the window so he could see me." Bobbie was eager for Heather to help.
Heather knew that this must be the ultimate reason for Bobbie wanting her to come over for the night, but then she was eager to see how Bobbie would look on her feet. The last time that she had seen her on her feet had been nearly a month ago and that had turned her on. "OK, just let me know when you want to try."
"I thought that we would wait until my parents go to sleep, maybe around eleven-thirty. I figure that it will take a few minutes to get into a position where I can even begin to stand up." Bobbie placed her hands on her belly and felt the movement. "I think that they're excited about it!"
Heather placed her hands back on her belly and agreed. "I think that we will all like it!" She smiled, knowing that she was going to get to see something that not many people would ever get to see, but many would love to see.
Eleven-thirty rolled around and Bobbie's parents had already been in to check on them before they went to bed. They had told the girls not to stay up too late.
"I think that we can start trying," Bobbie said in a low whisper. "I guess I need to get to the edge of the bed first."
Heather watched as Bobbie rocked herself back and forth from where she had been sitting most of the evening. The mattress was well mashed where she was, indicating that she had put on a considerable amount of weight during the last two months. She watched until both of Bobbie's legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. Her toes didn't quite reach the floor.
Bobbie's belly was just past her kneecaps and rolled out, up and then back toward her chest, resembling an overstuffed beanbag chair. "OK, Heather, I think that this is where I'm going to start having problems."
Heather grasped Bobbie's outstretched hands. "I will gently pull you up and see if we can get you onto your feet." Heather pulled Bobbie's hands and Bobbie shifted her weight to make it easier to get off the bed. Slowly, Bobbie's feet made it to the floor where she anchored herself on the carpet for the first time in three weeks. As Heather pulled, Bobbie's rear came off the bed and slowly rose from the mattress.
"I think that it's working, Heather." Bobbie was smiling and somewhat out of breath. Bobbie legs were weak from lack of exercise and were trembling from the added weight. Bobbie's mirror was directly across from where she was and now she saw how big she really was. Her belly sagged down under its own weight but still managed to stand out nearly eighteen inches from her original shape. Bobbie's breasts were gigantic mounds on top of her belly. The stress of standing up had forced some milk out of her nipples and had made her shirt wet. "Well, I'm standing, but don't let go of my hands. I don't know how stable I really am."
"You want to try walking toward the window?" Heather indicated that it was getting pretty close to twelve.
"Yeah, let's try it. I hope that I can make it over there." Bobbie was red in the face from the effort, but she was enjoying the satisfaction of knowing that she was standing again. She took baby steps with Heather holding her hands. With each step, her belly shook and her breasts swayed leaving little droplets of milk on her shirt. After ten slow minutes, they made it to the window.
Jason had gotten to Bobbie's house early, somewhere around eleven-forty-five. He wanted to look into her window clearly and found that the best place was perched on a limb in a nearby tree. He climbed the tree and could see inside Bobbie's room with a clear line of sight. Jason had seen most of what had happened over the last fifteen minutes before the two girls had reached the window. Heather disappeared from the window for about two minutes, in which time, Bobbie stood with her hands at the sides of the window, looking out toward the tree. Jason had been glad that he had climbed the tree, otherwise, he wouldn't have seen anything but belly.
The next scene took him off guard, for he couldn't believe what he saw. Heather reappeared behind Bobbie, but she wasn't wearing her shirt anymore. She stood directly behind Bobbie and wrapped her arms around Bobbie's chest. Jason's blood pressure was starting to go through the roof! This was too much! Wow! Jason continued to sit on the limb, watching the movements of the two girls. It was a show he had not expected to see.
When Bobbie had reached the window, she had taken her hands from Heather and placed them against the sides of the windows for support. She was close enough to the window to see Jason in the tree but her mind soon turned to something far more erotic.
During the walk to the window, Heather had become hot with desire. She had seen Bobbie's belly roll with each step she took and her breasts jiggle with every breath. When she had seen the droplets of milk from Bobbie's nipples wetting her shirt, it had been just too much for Heather. The wet patches stuck to her skin, making the material transparent, showing her dark nipples, the rounding of each breast and the top of her swollen belly.
By the time Heather had seen Bobbie safely to the window, her arousal had reached boiling point. She tore at her shirt buttons in desperation. Bobbie was still staring out into the darkness, the swelling mountains of her breasts easily visible on both sides of her body. With a strangled moan, Heather unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders, feeling her own full mounds bounce heavily as she tossed it away across the room.
Heather could only imagine how incredibly erotic the scene must appear to Jason perched up in the tree! Two huge-breasted twelve-year-old girls, one standing naked from the waist up, the other gigantically swollen and crammed into a sopping wet T-shirt. Heather glanced at herself in the mirror for a brief moment, admiring her own extravagant profile. She raised her hands up, licked her index fingers and touched her nipples, which were already hard and dark. The contact made her hot breasts quiver with excitement. Heather could tell that they were already starting to swell with anticipation of what was fixing to happen.
Heather tore her eyes away from her own shape in the mirror and refocused her attention on Bobbie at the window. She stepped toward her friend and stopped right behind her. The blood flow to her breasts had already caused them to grow visibly larger. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Bobbie's back. The lush mounds of flesh spread out, covering most of Bobbie's back and shoulders.
As she felt the pressure of Heather's rock-hard nipples against her back, Bobbie's whole body quivered and became covered in goose-bumps. Slowly, her own nipples started to puff and harden. Soon, there were tiny droplets of milk dripping from the ends of her breasts, completely saturating her shirt. Her belly shook, not from her own excitement, but from the excitement of the babies within her.
Heather reached her arms around Bobbie's upper body and brought her hands down on top of Bobbie's breasts. She caressed them and rubbed them, feeling every inch with subtle indulgence.
Bobbie didn't say a word, she allowed Heather to hold her and stroke her for several minutes. The babies were becoming more and more active. Her belly shook, and the drum-tight skin showed signs of where each baby was kicking in turn. Bobbie let out an ecstatic moan as Heather's hands made their way to the top of her belly.
What Jason saw next pushed him over the edge. His pants were already too tight to be comfortable. He had actually straddled the limb he was sitting on to try and relieve some of the pressure (and pleasure) from his waist.
He watched as Heather moved around Bobbie and lowered her head. She pressed her mouth against Bobbie's left breast and started to kiss it. A minute later she moved around the breast to the nipple and started to kiss and suck as her right hand rubbed the top of the breast. Bobbie leaned her head back in pure pleasure as Heather sucked harder and harder.
Jason's eyes had gotten big as he watched the two girls just inside the window. The pleasure inside of him welled up and erupted as he straddled the limb. It was too much for him to take in. He leaned back in his emotions and rolled off the limb and fell to the ground.
The two girls didn't even notice the fall, or hear the noise, or even realize that they were still in front of the window. The night was young and there were many hours of pleasure to be explored.