Jason and Rebecca had grown up together pretty much their whole lives. Their parents didn't plan it but somehow whenever one family moved away the other family always wound up at most a couple of blocks away less than a year later. This happened at least three times while they were growing up. As a result they were each other's closest friend. Jason was there for Rebecca when she started to sprout breasts in grade three. He was gotten in several scraps with other students about teasing her and had gotten suspended a couple of time for it. Rebecca was there for Jason when his voice started to crack and tried her best to spare him the emotional trauma. They defended each other as their bodies changed, and were there for each other though emotional turmoil. Jason was Rebecca's shoulder to cry on when love was lost, and she was his comfort when spurned. Nobody was really surprised when they got a place together in college. They were even less surprised when they started dating. It almost seemed destined to be.

Through the years they had known each other Rebecca had grown out more than up. At 21 she was five foot two inches when standing on her tip-toes. Four foot ten when flat footed. But her 32F-22-36 measurements made it ridiculously hard to find clothes that fit that didn't look slutty or like a Mumu. Rebecca had taken to altering her clothes to fit her oddly sized frame. Jason had also been shortchanged in the height department. At five foot six inches he regularly had to look up to his peers, but they regretted looking down on him. He may have been short, but he still had 140 pounds of muscle to back up his arguments. He was broad shouldered and had leg like small trees, and stamina that allowed him to run for hours without a break.

It was at a party through a mutual friend that they decided to start seeing each other. Jason had had to once again come to Rebecca's defense from drunken party goers. This was a semi regular occurrence once people had far too much to drink. Unfortunately often it ended with a fist to the face of the drunken partier followed by a quick exit by Jason and Rebecca. This time Jason was walking Rebecca to their place through the park when Rebecca slipped her hand into his. Startled, he'd looked down, then back up to her face. Rebecca smiled at him and went up of her tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. Jason smiled, bent his neck, and kissed her back on the forehead.

"You know Rebecca." he began. "We've know each other our whole lives. You know more about me than my own family. I'm sure I know a few embarrassing stories about you that your family doesn't know. Will you go out with me?" Rebecca didn't even think before saying yes. It just seemed right. She gripped his hand a little tighter as they continued walking, past their apartment and around the park a couple of more times.

In the early hours of the next morning, Jason and Rebecca were on the couch in their living room. A mostly empty bottle of tequila, a salt shaker, a plate of lemon rinds, and two shot glasses were on the coffee table. They were illuminated by the glow of the screen of a laptop sitting beside the drinking supplies. On it was a picture of Rebecca with black eye shadow and lipstick. A black shapeless t-shirt did it's best to hide her figure and fishnets covered her arms. A dour look was on her face. "You know why I went goth those two years in high school, right?" Rebecca asked Jason.

"Not really. You said it had something to do with your uncle Benny but never elaborated." Jason replied.

"He was just the straw that broke the camel's back." Rebecca gave a bitter laugh at the expression.

"What?" Jason asked, concerned about her.

"It was these things." Rebecca said, hoisting her large breasts. "I hated my body. I couldn't fit in because of it. I sucked at gym because I couldn't jump or run like the other girls. I just wanted to cut them off at that point."

Jason was silent for a bit. "I'm glad you got over it and accepted yourself." He stroked her hair. "I always thought you were beautiful, even as a goth."

"You don't think I look out of proportion?"

"Sure, but that's part of your beauty." Jason pulled away for Rebecca a bit. "Remember that time you came into my room without knocking? Remember what was on my screen?" Rebecca giggled at the memory of Jason spanking his monkey.

"No, I don't remember. I was too distracted by the spectacle of you, with your meat in your hands, diving for something to cover up with." She giggled again. "I remember that quite vividly."

"It was a video of Milena Velba." Jason said.

"Milena..." Rebecca paused, "I've seen pictures of her somewhere before."

"Probably in my room somewhere."

"No, I think it was when I was looking for someone to compare myself to. I mean, she has big... Oh Jason. Really?" Rebecca was shocked.

"Sure" Jason continued. "Look at the girls I've gone out with. Tina, Alma, Felicia. They've all been top heavy. Well, top heavy compared to most people."

Rebecca nodded. "I guess I just never noticed before. Everyone looks small compared to me."

"I know." Jason poured another couple of shots and handed her one. "We'll do this one Mexican style. No salt, no lime. To your breasts!" Jason held up his shot.

"May they always be large and bouncy!" Rebecca finished, holding up her shot and shaking her chest. Together they downed the liquor, slapping their thighs at the taste. "So you've been hanging around me all these years to just be close to my tits?" Rebecca asked when she was able to.

"No! Well, maybe a little, after I hit puberty." Jason sheepishly admitted.

"I knew it. You're just like the other boys." Rebecca teased him. "You just wanna get your hands on these." she said, pushing her chest out, straining her shirt.

"I still like you as a person," Jason protested, "but I'd be lying if I said no. I believe our relationship should be based on honesty."

"I'd like that, Jason. It would be nice after so many liars."

"I've told you nothing but the truth ever since we've known each other." Jason said.

"I know. That's why I trust you." Rebecca sighed. "We should have decided to go out long ago. Why didn't we?"

"You were always going out with someone. And the few times you weren't I was; though they never lasted long."

"Were you just settling for the others?" Rebecca asked.

"I think I was." Jason answered. "They were the closest I could come to you; physically anyway."

"I can see that. I'm a much better person. Tina was such a bitch. I wanted to claw her eyes out for what she did to you. She did what everyone accused me of doing." Rebecca clenched her fist.

"Yeah. Tommy and Franklin took a beating for double teaming her that night. It was even at my party too. Did I actually hit her?"

"Yeah, I think you did."

Jason sighed. "Only time I ever hit a girl. I felt like a piece of shit after that."

"I know, I was there, remember? Even after five years, I'd still kick her in the cunt." Rebecca said with fury.

Jason laughed. "As long as my hands are clean. Becareful though, she's loose enough that you might loose a shoe."

Rebecca laughed too. She leaned over and poured another shot for the two of them. "You know, now that we're officially going out you don't have to settle for anything less than the best." she said before salting her hand and offering the shaker to Jason.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Jason asked. He reached for the lemon slices and handed one to Rebecca.

"A change to reach the tantalus orbs of my desire?"

Rebecca's smile beamed. "Yes I am," she said. "Jason. I want you to feel my breasts, to knead them like dough." She held her glass high. "To playing with my breasts!"

"Damn straight!" Jason held his shot up and they downed them together again, licking the salt and sucking on the lemon after.

"Whew, it's getting hot in here." Rebecca said. She crossed her arms in front, grabbing the base of her shirt. She pulled the shirt up over her head. Her bountiful breasts squeezed together making it difficult the pull the shirt over their silky lace encased volume, but she managed it. They fell back heavily against her chest as her shirt cleared them, flattening out and rebounded back to shape like a waterbed does when it's sat upon.

When the shirt cleared her head Rebecca dropped it on the floor and leaned back against on the couch. "Darn these things. They're so large they even make undressing difficult." Rebecca pouted.

Jason snapped his jaw shut and raised a hand to her breast. "That's nice." he said, rubbing the side of one.  He brought his other hand to bear and squished her breasts together, producing seven inches of cleavage. "Very nice."

"Mmm, yes it is." Rebecca agreed. She leaned into his hands. Her breasts squished against her chest, spilling out the tops and around the sides of her cups. "You know what happens to breasts during periods of arousal, right?"

"I've heard they can grow by as much as 25%."

"For me it's closer to 30%. Do you know what cup size that puts me at?"

"No. Tell me." Jason breathed

"That brings me from an F cup to an H cup."

"Wow."

"When I'm hormonal, as I am right now, they get even bigger."

"Bigger?"

"Yeah. The largest I've ever been was a small J cup. Right now the bra I'm wearing is a G. Let go of me for a second. You see how I'm budging over the cups on my own? That means I'm starting to get excited. This fit me perfectly at the party. Look at what you're doing to me Jason, making my already large breasts grow. You're a bad boy, making me stretch my underwear all out of shape."

Jason licked his lips. "Maybe we should take it off before we ruin it. And for your own comfort too."

"Ah, you just want to see me topless. Don't you?" Rebecca asked coyly.

"Yeah, I do."

"You could have just asked you know."

"Maybe, but I wanted to seem sensitive."

"Don't." Rebecca turned her back to him. "Just undo the hooks and let these puppies free."

With sure hands Jason deftly undid the four hooks in one swift maneuver. Rebecca sighed as the constriction on her chest eased. Her breasts answered the call of gravity and slumped down onto her belly. She slid the bra off her arms and dropped it on the floor before leaning back onto Jason's chest. She could feel his stiffness on her back. He felt huge, bigger than he had looked in her memory. As she leaned back her breasts slid to the sides of her chest, filling her arms from armpits to elbows. "You certainly know your way around a big girl's bra." Rebecca teased.

"I've had practice before, but this is my Super Bowl." Jason replied as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You know I love you, right? You're my best friend and I love you."

"Same here. I love you too Jason. Now maul these titties, I want them to feel good tonight. I want to feel used."

Jason smiled. "Yes mam." He grabbed her breasts with both hands and mashed them together. Rolling them in his hands he created waves in her flesh breaking back and forth across her chest. He gently fondled her nipples, lightly brushing them as they stood at attention. He gradually increased the intensity of his playing. Rebecca's moans grew louder and more frequent.

He grabbed at her breasts, pulling them apart and slapping them together with a satisfying smack. Then he pulled too hard. There was a pop not unlike a knuckle cracking, only much louder. One of Rebecca's breasts gave way.

"What the hell was that?" Rebecca asked, and then screamed when she saw her right breast hanging from Jason's hand. Jason was stunned. Rebecca quickly pulled away and there was another loud pop as her other breast came free. Rebecca screamed again, jolting Jason out of his stupor. He recoiled and let go of the breasts. They dropped; one to the floor with a plop, the other onto the couch cushion. Rebecca pushed away from him, ran into her bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving her breasts and clothes on the floor.

Jason stared at the breast on the couch. It sat there, no longer erect nipple pointing up. He glanced from it to the breast on the floor and back again. They looked to be about the same size as a cantaloupe. It took him a couple of minutes to work up the courage to poke at the breast on the couch. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Rebecca yelled form her room. "I can feel that!" Jason recoiled.

"Whoa. That's freaky," he said to himself. His dick was growing hard again from staring at the disembodied tit on the couch. He ached to tough it, but felt dirty for wanting to. Torn, he stared a little more, shifting his gaze between the breast on the couch and the one on the floor. Instead he started picking Rebecca's clothes. As he was picking them up there was a pounding on the door.

"This is the police. Open up." Jason froze.

"Gimme a sec officer." Jason called back as he tossed Rebecca's clothes behind the couch.

"Open the door now sir." The police office insisted. Jason's alcohol addled brain reacted slowly. He couldn't think of anything else to do. He grabbed Rebecca's tits and stuffed them behind the couch too before heading to the door to open it.

"Good evening officer. How can I help you?"

"We've had calls about screaming form this apartment. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Jason didn't know what to say. He was frantically trying to think of some kind of explanation that didn't involve him tearing Rebecca's breasts off. "Screaming?" he asked dumbly.

"Yes. A woman screaming. Where is she sir?" The officer insisted.

When Jason didn't answer the officer pushed the door open, pushing Jason back into the apartment. "Mam, this is the police, are you alright?" the officer called out as he entered the apartment. Jason tensed. "Stay back sir." the officer warned, his hand going to the Taser at his hip.

Rebecca was frightened. She didn't know what to think. People's bodies weren't supposed to just come apart like that. She leaned back against the closed door, looking down at her chest bewildered, noticing that she could actually see her belly and feet. She hadn't seen them without the aid of a mirror in at least 10 years.

She lifted her hands to her oddly flat chest. It felt strange not having the twelve pounds of breasts pulling on her shoulders.

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had dreamed of being able to do just this, years ago. To actually have it happen was something else entirely. Now she had accepted her body. Her breasts were no longer the objects of scorn they once were.

She knew Jason hadn't meant to rip her tits off. He had looked as shocked and maybe a little frightened as Rebecca had felt. She felt a sudden pang of fear when she thought about him; something in her animal mind. She fought it down. Jason wasn't like that. He didn't mean it. He was her best friend. He was like a brother to her.

Rebecca's lips tugged into a grin. Maybe not like a brother anymore.

Rebecca pushed herself off the door and nearly fell back against it. She took a second to find her balance again. It was a task not helped by the copious amounts of tequila she had drank earlier. Then she felt something poke her in the right tit.

"Hey!" she yelled. "What the fuck are you doing? I can feel that!"

That gave her pause. She could feel it, despite her tit not being attached to her body. How was that possible? How was any of this possible? She was about to go back out into the living room when she heard the pounding on the door and the police officer. She stopped. She didn't want to be seen like this. Her face scrunched as she felt her tits being grabbed and stuffed into something.

Rebecca heard the exchange through the door. When it stated to go south she cast around for something to put on. She grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her chest then opened the door to a tableaux of restrained violence.

"I'm sorry officer. I'm fine." She came up behind Jason and hugged his arm. His muscled arm relaxed. "I'm terribly arachnophobic. A spider somehow made it into the apartment and started crawling on me while we were umm... occupied." She shuddered. "Those things give me the creeps. My man here rescued me."

The officer relaxed as well. His hand dropped from his hip. "He didn't hit you or anything? We had a call about a domestic disturbance."

Rebecca flashed a smiled at the officer. "No problems here, just a stupid phobia getting the best of me at an inopportune moment."

"Alright. You two have a good evening then." The officer said, his eyes quickly scanning the room for anything untoward. Fortunately, Rebecca's parts were well hidden behind the couch. Noting the bottle of tequila on the table before leaving he warned them about drinking too much and doing something they might regret.

When the door closed Jason let out the breath he'd been holding in. "Thank god you came out. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't. What if he'd found your breasts?"

"I wouldn't relish having to explain that either." she said.

"Speaking of my breasts, where did you put them? Something is pinching."

"They're behind the couch with your shirt and bra." He went to reach behind the couch but Rebecca beat him to it.

"I'll get those, thank you very much." she said, pulling out one breast then the other. "I think you've handled them enough for tonight." She hugged them to her chest in front of the towel with one arm while she retrieved her clothes with the other hand. Rebecca started toward her bedroom. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow Jason."

Jason was dumbfounded. "What just happened?" he asked out loud. He sat on the couch replaying the evening in his head. He looked at the bottle of tequila on the table. When he saw how little there was left he picked it up and drained the last half shot. He closed the laptop and cleaned up the coffee table.

Jason went to his room and got into bed. After a few minutes he turned and looked at the clock which read 3:27 AM; he didn't see it through. Instead he pictured Rebecca's breasts in his hands, and her, breastless. 'What the fuck?' he thought, unable to sleep.

Rebecca sat down on the edge of her bed. She tossed her shirt and bra into her dirty laundry hamper. She put her breasts down in her lap and stared at them for a bit. Just looking at them she couldn't tell which was which. A poke told her which her left and right breast was.

She right up her left one and held it against her chest. Nothing happened. Rebecca frowned. She shifted it around a bit and pressed harder against her chest. There was a pop, not as loud as the one before. Rebecca took her hands away her breast stayed where it was. As an experiment to try to replicate the experience Rebecca tugged on her tit. Nothing happened. She just couldn't pull hard enough. Sighing in relief that she went back together, Rebecca reattached her other boob and got changed into her night gown. Tonight had been quite the evening.