Chapter 1: Growing
Stacy adjusted the strap on her tank top, tugging it a little higher in order to try and offer her swollen breasts a semblance of support, even if just visually. She groaned as she glanced in the mirror, eyeing her newly-acquired proportions with a mix of wonder and dread.
Her soft, milky globes rose from her chest like a magnificent pair of balloons - reaching all the way to her lap. She looked like she was hiding a couple melons under the thin fabric of her top.
And the sensitive nipples? They were poking through the top, stiff and ready for action. Every time the breeze would blow, her nipples would harden, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that would settle between her legs, keeping her in a state of constant arousal.
Stacy's phone buzzed in her pocket, wrenching her from her thoughts. It was a message from her roommate, Lucy. She had invited her to the bar later that evening.
Stacy contemplated internally, her current situation swirling around in her mind like a tangled mess of thoughts. Her body betrayed her at every turn, signaling to her what it wanted in inappropriate, embarrassing ways. It was a constant battle to maintain her composure, to ignore the overwhelming lust that seemed to be commanding her every move.
But tonight would be different. Tonight, Stacy was going to take control. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and headed toward the bathroom to change.
She peeled off her tank top, revealing her bare breasts in all their glory. The cold air sent a shiver down her spine and her nipples hardened further.
Stacy took a deep breath and turned on the shower, stepping in and letting the warm water wash over her body. She closed her eyes and rested her hands against the cool tiles, enjoying the sensation of the water cascading over her sensitive skin. She sighed contentedly, feeling her body relax for the first time in days.
She reached down and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before letting her hands trail down over her hips and towards her thighs.
Stacy's fingers brushed against her wet folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her.
It was never like this before, Stacy thought to herself. She had always been a little self-conscious about her body, but now she found herself reveling in it. She was a goddess, a creature of pure desire, and she was ready to embrace it.
Stacy stood beneath the shower, her body slick and gleaming, her breasts fully lifted and on display. She slid her hand between her legs, feeling the dampness that coated her folds, the heat that burned between her thighs. She cried out, the sound echoing off the tiled walls of her bathroom, unable to suppress the primal instinct that drove her.
She was going to fuck, and she was going to enjoy every single moment of it.