"(Gasp!)"

Katelyn started awake in her bed. It was pitch black in the room, and the only sound in her apartment was her shuddering breath as she came out of an intense dream. She clutched her chest under the covers as she realized it had all just been a crazy nightmare. The cat lazily stirred next to her, and Kate gradually got her bearings in the darkness. "Jeeeesus..." she whispered under her breath as she relaxed and let her heartrate slow down. It had been one of the most memorable dreams she'd had in a while. The details were already beginning to fade from her mind, but it had been very vivid, and the end... she rubbed her considerable breasts over her pajama shirt, ensuring they felt completely normal. Many crazy things had happened in the dream, but the strangest thing, the part that woke her up, was when her boobs had suddenly begun to slowly grow bigger and bigger before her eyes. The exact scenario was murky, but she remembered being surrounded by people, and hearing a Word. She forgot what the Word was, but she overheard it during a stranger's conversation, and right away she knew that it was THE Word that would make her breasts grow. She heard the Word, and stopped walking as her boobs began to get bigger, stretching her shirt. Even as she stood watching them though, someone else said the Word in a different conversation. Her breasts started growing faster, and Katelyn began to panic. She tried to run towards a safe place, but people around her kept saying the Word, and it felt like she was running through molasses. In the dream she felt her boobs becoming big enough rest on her thighs. The dream ended with her stumbling in the middle of a hallway and screaming for help as the weight of her breasts became too much to stand up anymore. It would have been comical if it hadn't felt so real.

Kate blindly groped around on the nightstand next to her until her slender fingers closed around her smartphone. She squinted against the dim glare of the screen as she checked the time. 3:13 AM. Little more than an hour before she had to get up for work. She groaned softly, knowing it would be difficult to get back to sleep, and knowing she needed every wink of rest she could get - being a waitress meant staying energetic for her entire shift. Katelyn returned her phone to the nightstand and began to take slow deliberate breaths, trying to return to sleep quickly. As she did so, her hands remained on her breasts, softly rubbing them under the covers. She reflected soberly on the dream and what it might mean. Katelyn had been large-busted since she was 15, and at 25 she thought she was as comfortable with her breasts as she had ever been. As a size DDD she was bigger than most girls she knew. And unlike some other girls with a big rack, she also had maintained a slender figure and even had a decent ass. Getting a boyfriend had never been hard for her, although she was between relationships at the moment. There were times when being "the busty girl" had been inconvenient, and once or twice even downright scary (sometime asshole guys get nasty when girls that "look like hookers" turn out to not be hookers, especially when they're drunk), but for the most part Katelyn enjoyed having big boobs.

She loved being able to draw the attention of men easily, she loved feeling like she was the sexiest girl in the room when she dressed up, and she loved how they FELT. She had always had sensitive breasts, and enjoyed playing with them (and having them played with) during sex. Sometimes, when alone, she rubbed them slowly while thinking of nothing. That was what she did now, bringing herself comfort as she pondered her dream. She supposed the scenario must have been something her subconscious cooked up to scare her. She had never thought about it too much, but sometimes it felt like her boobs were the only things people noticed about her. Kate began to feel lonely, and realized she was thinking of Brad, her ex-boyfriend. He had always said he didn't date her for her looks, but that was always something guys said. Of course, when the asshole cheated on her, the slut he'd picked up had an even bigger rack than Katelyn! *Goddammit, stop that shit*, she thought to herself. She was never going to get back to sleep if she pissed herself off thinking about old arguments. Katelyn focused hard on avoiding any more troublesome thoughts, and eventually was able to calm herself down enough to doze off for a while.

The alarm clock on her phone woke her up at 4:30 AM, and Kate groaned again. The small nap she had gotten hadn't helped at all. In fact, she was pretty sure she felt worse. Katelyn forced herself to begin moving, however, and the cat on her bed sleepily uttered a small squeak in protest of the motion from her getting up. Katelyn spared a few pets for Nellie, her tabby, as she flicked on the light and grabbed her towel. Kate then yawned and stretched mightily (from the side, her breasts thrusting out into her pajamas were quite the sight indeed), and quickly began to get ready for work. Some twenty minutes later, she was grabbing her keys and jacket and heading out the door. She stopped to make sure the cat had some food and water in her bowls, and turned the radio on so that the kitty wouldn't be lonely.

It was early April, and cold this morning. Katelyn was glad for her large jacket, as the gusting wind made her shiver on her short walk to the bus stop. It didn't help that her legs were bare, but such were the sacrifices a waitress didn't mind making if it meant better tips. Fortunately the bus was on time today, and she was soon out of the cold and on her way to the restaurant where she worked. It was a small, locally-owned diner, and the owner and customers were generally nice. It brought in a consistent amount of regulars, and on the occasions when it got swamped with customers, the cooks and waitstaff were generally up to the task, Katelyn included. She made a decent wage there, largely due to the generous gratuity she often got (as the saying goes, big tits = big tips). Katelyn's only real complaint is that sometimes it felt like she wasn't doing much with her life, but she enjoyed working at the diner too much to seriously consider going back to college. She occasionally thought of becoming a teacher, but hadn't bothered to really look into it much.

Katelyn entered the diner through the front door. Beth, a stocky older lady with many wrinkles on her kind face, was the owner, cook, and waitress all in one. She had already been in since 4:30, most likely. The diner opened at 5:30 AM, and Kate got in around 5 AM to help open up. It was a Tuesday, so likely a slow morning. Beth and Kate would be the only people on staff until 7AM. Katelyn hung up her jacket, revealing the yellow blouse and green skirt that she wore as her uniform. She kept the buttons all the way buttoned up; this was a family establishment and she tried not to look too provocative (except on occasion when a hunky guy walked in, then she'd loosen the top two buttons and watch him drool for a bit). Kate smoothed her skirt and put her white apron on, and headed into the kitchen to help Beth prep for the day.

An hour or so later, the sun had finally begun to lighten the day, and the diner was predictably slow. The only customer so far had been Earl, the mailman, getting his usual coffee and slice of wheat toast to start his day. As always, he was in and gone in 20 minutes. Kate had cleaned up Earl's plate and was on her second cup of coffee to chase away the lingering tiredness, when the bell dinged as the front door opened and two more regulars stepped in. Kate put down her coffee and slowly made her way over to the patrons. "Good morning Edna. Good morning Bruce," she said cheerily and somewhat loudly. Both were elderly and hard of hearing, Edna in particular. "Here, let me get you seated. Would you like the usual?" "Yes please, sweetie, thank you," Edna replied. Their order of eggs and hash browns to share was quite standard as well, as was the bacon on the side for Bruce. The couple had been married for longer than Kate had been alive, and they had been at the diner almost every day that she had ever worked there. Soon they were settled in nicely and doing their usual crossword puzzle.

Edna and Bruce commenced their routine of loudly solving the crossword puzzle together. Bruce had terrible eyesight, and so depended on Edna to read all the clues to him. Years of practice had made both of them quite good, but still sometimes Beth or Katelyn were able to help them get a word they were struggling with. Kate stayed behind the counter for the most part, chatting with Beth about the weather and checking her smartphone occasionally. The diner was still completely dead besides Edna and Bruce, even though the sun was quickly rising. Katelyn grabbed the coffee pot and went to go top off Bruce's cup, and as she approached she caught the conversation the couple was having. "I can't figure out this word, Bruce. It's a big word. 13 letters. The clue just says 'Jumbo'." Kate smiled cordially as she silently reached over the table to grab Bruce's cup, and he nodded to acknowledge her, while staying focused on his wife. "Hmmm, what does it start with," asked Bruce. "It starts with a B, and ends with an N," she said. Katelyn turned around to go back to the counter, and as she passed by Bruce he said, "Hmmmm... oh, I know. Brobdingnagian!"

Katelyn stopped short upon hearing the Word, coffee pot still in hand. That Word... an awareness blossomed in her, accompanied by a strange tingling feeling. Her heart began to race before she even realized why she was nervous. Edna and Bruce, however, took no notice of Katelyn's pause, and continued their conversation. "What did you say?" asked Edna. "Brobdingnagian," Bruce repeated, "see if it work-" he was cut short as Katelyn whipped around quickly upon hearing the Word again, losing her grip on the coffee pot. It flew out of her hands and bounced off the counter top, falling on the other side and shattering. "Oh!" said Katelyn quickly, and somewhat high-pitched. "Sorry about that! I don't know what came over me," she explained as she began moving behind the counter to get the broom. Beth popped her head up in the window to see what the noise was. Katelyn tried to maintain her composure through her panic, quickly giving Beth some excuse about dropping the coffee pot and heading for the closet to get the broom.

All the while she was aware of her chest tingling strangely. She stole a quick glance downward as she reached the closet, terrified of what she would see. For she knew that the Word Bruce had just said, it was THE Word. The one from her dream. The one that had made her boobs grow bigger and bigger. The second time she heard it, she immediately recognized it as the one that had power over her in the dream. And now, as she looked down at her breasts in bright light of the small janitor closet, she realized that it was happening for real. The movement in her shirt was very subtle, but her breasts were already pushed up slightly more than normal, and she could feel that her bra was tight. The tingling sensation continued, and Katelyn stood mesmerized as she watched flesh slowly puff up around the edges of her bra, creating a slight mushroom effect over the sides. It felt like her bra was already a size too small, and the growth wasn't stopping. Kate felt like screaming, but forced herself to remain calm. She couldn't start freaking out here, not until she knew what was going on. She had to - "Katelyn?" she suddenly heard Beth call from the kitchen, and quickly snatched the broom as the woman finished inquiring about her wearabouts. Kate shoved down her panic and said apologized again, moving behind the counter to begin sweeping up the coffee pot as quickly as possible. Whatever was going on, it wouldn't be a good idea to leave broken glass sitting on the floor.

This turned out to be a terrible idea, however. Katelyn's mind raced as she planned out what she was going to say to Beth as soon as she was done sweeping, so that she could immediately go home, and maybe see a doctor or something. Unfortunately, Edna and Bruce, having now finished with the distraction of the coffee pot, returned to discussing the crossword puzzle. "Anyways, Bruce, what was that word again? Brobdingnagian? How do you spell it?" Katelyn's eyes bulged wide as she heard the Word again, and felt the tingling increase in her chest. She quickly flicked her eyes toward the kitchen, where she saw Beth observing her shocked expression, and immediately turned her head down and started sweeping faster. She needed to leave. NOW. She moved the broom in jerky movements, but the broken glass wasn't cooperating. Her jittery motions made some of it skitter wildly, but she got most of it into a pile and lunged for the dust pan. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and as the conversation between Edna continued she flinched at every word, wanting them to stop talking but not wanting to make a scene, especially not to such kind regular customers. But her manners did her in, as even while she frantically worked to scoop the broken pot into a dust pan, she heard Edna finish spelling the Word out loud. "Yup!" she exclaimed. "It fits! Brobdingnagian. (Katelyn screamed internally, dumping the contents of the dustpan into the garbage and hastily shoving the cleaning supplies in a corner). Huh. What a word. (Kate swiftly walked towards the wall where her coat hung on a hook) Brob-ding-nagian," Edna said slowly, as if feeling the word out in her mouth. Katelyn's eyes were watering now, both from the sheer panic she was feeling, and now also because she could feel her bra straps digging into her skin, and getting tighter by the second.

She finally finished her mad dash to the coat rack while trying not to seem like she was in a rush. She grabbed her jacket and ducked into the bathroom to put it on. As she flipped on the light and looked in the mirror, she could see the terror in her own eyes. She watched in horrified fascination as her breasts expanded like slowly filling water balloons, barely discernible in their growth but nonetheless getting bigger. Flesh mushroomed visibly around her bra to the sides, and she could see cloth rising slowly on either edge of her apron. "Oh my god, oh my god..." she said quietly to herself, unable to turn her eyes away. Her bra was painfully tight, and she started to see gaps between the buttons on her yellow blouse as titflesh pushed upwards. Her breasts must have been the size of softballs now, at least 3 sizes too big for her bra. And the growth wasn't stopping. "What the fuck is happening to me?" she whimpered, paralyzed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. This was impossible. Yet there was no way she was dreaming. The pain was too realistic. Bigger and bigger her breasts slowly grew, and her apron grew taught, projecting outward at a sharp angle from where it was tied around her waist. Katelyn reached behind her back and began fumbling blindly at the knot. However, the tightness of the string was making it hard to undo. Katelyn grunted softly, straining her fingers. She cast her eyes around for something sharp to cut the string, found nothing, and returned to her struggle. All the while her boobs slowly grew, and the apron grew more taut. Finally, Kate felt the knot loosen slightly, and she worked doggedly at opening it more, until finally she got it off. She looked back at her reflection in the mirror, and saw that in the minute or so that she was distracted by the knot, her boobs had already grown noticably larger. With the apron off, she saw just how absurdly her bosom was spilling over her bra cups. They looked twice as big as they had been this morning, for sure. They were approaching the size of Katelyn's head.

Even as she watched, Kate heard her bra begin to make small ripping noises. The stitches were creaking as they were being overwhelmed. There were huge gaps between the buttons at the top of her blouse, and breast flesh was pouring out of the holes. Suddenly, one of her buttons shot off, clattering into the sink. Her cleavage surged outward to fill the space, and she felt the pressure lighten slightly. Katelyn slowly brought her hands up to rest on her growing boobs. "Please stop, please stop, please stop," she chanted quietly at her chest, feeling the flesh slowly expanding beneath her fingers. Her breasts were now puffing out from below the bra as well, and the tiny ripping noises continued to emanate from the stitches at the sides of the bra cups. Another button suddenly shot off, and boob flesh surged out of the hole even more. Now her top button was the only one remaining, and a huge amount of cleavage jutted upwards and outwards from her blouse. Her tiny fingers splayed out across her growing tits, as if to somehow hold back the tide of expansion, but it made no difference. The pain of Katelyn's bra was becoming unbearable. She began to hyperventilate slightly, and was worried she was going to have a panic attack. All of a sudden though, the growth slowly came to a halt, and Kate realized the tingling had ceased.

Kate looked up at her reflection in the mirror, tears glistening in her eyes, and choked out a sob as she regarded her figure. Her breasts were enormous. It was just like her nightmare, and only she wasn't waking up this time. Her breasts were even bigger than those of that slut that Brad had run off with. And they had grown in a matter of minutes. How the fuck was this even possible? Why was it happening to her? She needed to see a doctor. But first, she needed to get home. She put her coat on, immensely thankful for its bulkiness. It was big enough that she didn't have to worry about fitting her larger breasts in it. She briefly considered removing her bra, but decided she'd just have to suck it up and wait to take it off until she got home. The pain was worth it for the extra containment the bra provided - it would hide her figure better. She zipped up her jacket and observed her figure in the bathroom mirror. The jacket was black nylon, padded, and extended to her knees. It did a decent job of covering her bigger size, but she doubted she'd be able to fool anybody that she knew closely if they got near enough for a conversation. She was glad for the pink scarf she had to distract from her chest a bit and perhaps break up the lines on her figure.

Katelyn wiped her face off and cautiously exited the bathroom. Bruce and Edna were still at their table, but it looked like their conversation had ceased. Bruce was reading the newspaper, and Edna must have moved on to other crossword clues by now, right? Kate tried to act normal as she walked over to the counter, and neither of the customers seemed to notice anything amiss. She hadn't been in the bathroom for that long. Kate strategically chose her position next to the order window, leaning up against the wall into the kitchen to get Beth's attention. "Um, Beth?" she asked timidly, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "Yes, sweety?" the old woman said as she looked up from some potatoes she was chopping. "I don't feel very well today. Do you think I could take the day off?" Beth nodded even as she looked over to the wall clock. "Daniel should be here in a few minutes and it's a slow day. Take a day to rest, dear." She smiled gently and went back to chopping her potatoes, as Kate began to make her hasty exit.

As she walked to the door, Edna called out cheerily. "Oh, honey, leaving so early?" Katelyn stopped and nervously tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible, before Edna noticed her figure. "Um, yes... I'm not feeling very well today. I have a headache, which may be why I dropped the coffee pot," she said grinning a bit sheepishly. "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that," said Edna. "I hope you feel better soon, and please tell your mother I said hello!" "Thanks, I- " "Edna!" Bruce suddenly interrupted. Edna turned toward him. "The word of the day in the town paper!" he exclaimed jovially, indicating a small box in the corner of the front page. "Brobdingnagian!" As Edna chuckled, Kate exclaimed "Alrightwellitwasnicetoseeyou, Igottagobye!" as she almost leaped towards the door, exiting before either of the old couple could say the Word any more. She hastily walked in the direction of the bus stop a block away, squinting her eyes against the rising sun. Fortunately, it wasn't even 7 AM yet, and there were few people walking around the center of the small city at this hour. None were nearby, and so Kate stole brief glances downward as she felt her breasts expanding again beneath her coat. The pain of her bra digging into her back, shoulders, and boobs was steadily growing even worse. She fought the urge to bring her hands up and cup her chest, or to start running. It was important not to draw attention to herself, so she tried to walk normally, but inside, she was having a miniature meltdown.

Kate walked briskly, trying to ignore the increasing pain caused by her bra. Rips were sounding from the sides of her bra again, and steadily getting louder. At least she knew that her breasts should stop growing soon, having seen them cease after only a few minutes of engorgement last time. She had only hear the Word once this time, and just needed her bra to hang out a little while longer - RRIPPP!!! suddenly, however, the bra abruptly gave up its battle inside her shirt, snapping on the right hand side. Her boobs bounced outward and down slightly within her jacket, and the bra fell down awkwardly inside her blouse, mostly squished against her left breast. Katelyn stopped short, and her eyes darted around to see if anyone had noticed the sound, but the only people on the street were hundreds of yards away and not looking in her direction. She resumed walking, carefully heading towards a small alleyway between buildings. The bus stop was just on the other side of the building. Kate glanced into the alleyway quickly and made sure nobody was around to see, then unzipped her jacket slightly to reach in and remove her bra from beneath her shirt. She casually discarded it in some nearby garbage, then zipped her jacket back up. She paused for another brief second to panic about the size of her boobs, still slowly growing and no longer squished in by her bra. Fortunately her jacket padded well enough that she didn't feel that her nipples were at risk of being visible through the fabric, and she thought that its length might hide the girth of her bosom somewhat. Her breasts must have been as large as melons by now, but despite their immense size, they didn't droop much without the bra. Kate had always had fairly perky boobs, and that seemed to stay true. Unfortunately that meant she wasn't very likely to be mistaken for pregnant, or just fat, if somebody saw her in profile. It would be obvious where her bulk was coming from. But there was nothing for it but to hop on the bus, and hope nobody recognized her or noticed her size.

She stepped back out into the street and crossed to the bus stop, where there was only one middle-aged woman waiting for the bus. The woman was engrossed in a newspaper and didn't even look up at Kate. The tingling stopped a few seconds after she arrived, and Katelyn's boobs stopped growing. After a short wait, the bus came by, and Kate sighed in relief that the bus was empty. She was heading out of the city, in the opposite direction of any work traffic which might be starting this early in the morning. Her short trip would take her out into the suburbs. She carefully chose a seat near the back of the bus, where she could hide as much as possible. As Kate sat down, she grimaced as she realized that her breasts almost reached the back of the seat in front of her. She hunched down, trying to remain as unnoticeable as possible, as the bus rumbled from stop to stop through the city center, picking people up and dropping them off. The bus ride would only take 20 minutes or so, but for Kate it seemed to last forever. She occupied her time by fretting about whether other passengers were looking at her, and what she would do when she got home. She avoided even pretending to know what she would do about going to work tomorrow. How was she going to explain her condition? Who could she go to for help about such a thing?

Most people getting on the bus didn't sit in the back near Kate, but right before the bus left the city proper, a mother and a young boy got on the bus, and sat in the double seats directly in front of her. The boy was talking nonstop about dinosaurs, and the mother was listening with the quiet patience of a parent who was glad that her child was taking interest in something, but wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying. She was reading the newspaper and responding to the boy with variations of "oh really?" and "that's nice, sweetie" as the kid prattled on. Kate focused her attention out the window. They were only a few more stops away. In front of her, the boy eventually stopped his dissertation on Stegosaurus, and took a page of the newspaper that his mother had discarded. It crinkled loudly as he turned it this way and that, looking at the pictures and headlines on the front page. Kate watched intently out the window. 2 stops before she could get off. She just wanted to not be in public any more, so she could figure out what the hell was wrong with her. The boy in the seat in front of her continued crinkling the newspaper, until he eventually pointed at the page and said "Mommy? How do you say this Word?" His question made Kate raise her eyebrows. *No fucking way...* she thought as she looked at what the boy was pointing at. As she watched with wide eyes, the mother looked over at the small box in the corner of the page. "Hmmmm... I think it's pronounced 'Brobdingnagian'," she said. *Oh god*, thought Kate. The tingling returned as her breasts began to slowly expand once more.

Kate glanced down at her boobs, then snapped her head back up as she realized the bus was pulling away from the second to last stop. She just had to hold out another minute, hopefully the kid would start talking about dinosaurs again or something - yet even as she thought that he began trying to sound the Word out. "Bro...bing-dagan," he said. "Brobidaggan," he said, butchering the Word. Katelyn groaned internally as he continued to repeat it. She didn't know if his attempts could trigger her condition, but he was getting too close to the word for comfort. "Brobdingnagian," the mother said again, correcting the boy, and Katelyn promptly stood up. She could see her bus stop through the window, if she could just get off before they said the Word any more... "Brob...ding..nagian," said the boy as Kate passed by the family's seats. "Brobdingnagian," he said with more confidence. Katelyn resisted the urge to scream and jump through the window as she felt the tingling increase with every utterance of the Word. The bus was slowing down now, approaching her stop. She was standing at the exit, holding onto the railing and trying to keep her composure for a few more seconds. Kate could feel her jacket getting tighter. She furtively looked around the bus and saw that nobody was really paying attention to her. The bus was nearly at her stop. But the boy was not quite done. "Brobdingnagian! Brobdingnagian!" he said, still stumbling over the Word but obviously delighted that he had learned it. Katelyn nearly kicked open the door as the bus finally stopped. The doors opened too slow, and the boy was able to exclaim "Brobdingnagian" one more time before Kate leaped off the bus and immediately started running for her house.

The tingling was so strong. Kate ran as fast as her legs could carry her, with basketball-sized breasts awkwardly weighing her down within her jacket, and continuing to get larger and heavier. She could see her house only about a hundred yards away, and yet her boobs were growing so fast that she was worried she wouldn't make it. It would be just like in her dream, her breasts getting too big for her to move. The bus rumbled away behind her and she was thankful that at least none of the neighbors were outside. She hoped none were looking out their windows. Kate continued to run, looking like she was smuggling a couple of watermelons under her coat. She gradually closed the distance, and her breasts bounced wildly as they continued to grow. She must have looked ridiculous, but she didn't care. All that mattered was getting in the house. By the time she got to the end of the street, they were as big as pumpkins, and they were getting heavy enough to seriously impede her running. As she reached the sidewalk right in front of the house where she rented her apartment , she suddenly tripped on a crack in the pavement, and fell clumsily onto her front lawn. Her breasts broke her fall, but she still got the wind knocked out of her somewhat. Stitches creaked in her jacket as her massive mams pushed out against the synthetic fabric suddenly. "Ooof!" she exclaimed, then immediately started getting herself back up. Kate found herself unable to rise normally, however, her breasts making it awkward to get leverage to push off the ground with her arms. Instead she had to lean back on her knees and stand up, lifting with her legs. Her breasts were now so big that her huge jacket had grown completely tight, and was starting to become restrictive. She glanced around real quick and saw that nobody in the neighborhood appeared to have seen her, then started for the front door. As she walked up the steps she tried to brush off the dirt from the front of her jacket, and realized that she couldn't even reach the front of her boobs. They were so huge she couldn't get her arms around them, and they were still growing rapidly. With her arms held underneath them, she felt like she was carrying two prizewinning pumpkins back home from a county fair.

Katelyn fumbled with the keys in a panic, and had to step back from the front door as she reached around her breasts to unlock it. Finally she was ducking inside her apartment, and safe from the prying eyes of the world to watch her growth unfold. She leaned against the front door, breathing heavily, and looked down at her burgeoning bosom. Her tits jutted out impossibly far from her chest, filling up her jacket to capacity. The coat's hem had reached to her knees when she left this morning; now it was midway up her thighs, and the fabric stretched upward from the bottom at a comical angle into the enormous curve of her bust. The tingling was still intense, and now that Kate wasn't in public, she couldn't help but note that it was actually quite a pleasant feeling, all things considered. She shook her head abruptly. A small part of her thought this whole scenario was a little sexy. The circumstances, however, were not. The tightness of her jacket was starting to become a problem. She began to unzip it from her collar, and as she moved the zipper down she was rewarded with cleavage exploding out of the gap that she was exposing. The top button on her blouse had popped off under the coat, and boobflesh seemed to leap up towards her chin as she looked down. Kate continued to slowly work the zipper downward, but was struggling to push it down any more. The zipper was stuck; her jacket had become too tight. She grunted softly, alternatively yanking it and applying steady pressure. It wouldn't budge, however. It didn't help that she couldn't raise the zipper up any more to try to reset its path. Her boobs had filled all the available space left by the zipper, and allowed her no leeway to zip it upwards. All the while, her breasts continued to inflate larger.

Meanwhile, Nellie, her cat, sauntered into the hallway toward the entrance, finally woken up from wherever she was napping and realizing that Katelyn had come home. She only noticed the cat, however, when it began to rub up against her ankles affectionately. The contact broke her brief reverie of staring at her growing breasts, and brought her attention back to the world around her. She needed to get out of the entrance to her apartment and go somewhere more suitable. What could she even do? Kate's mind scrambled wildly for a way out of this situation as she stumbled awkwardly toward the kitchen, thinking of maybe getting some scissors. But Kate couldn't even see the kitty past her breasts, which were mushrooming up out of the top of her jacket and toward her face, and she didn't want to step on the poor animal. She waddled back and forth funnily down the hallway, trying to see Nellie beneath her and step carefully. Finally the cat trotted in front of her into the kitchen, and meowed softly near her food bowl, which was still halfway full. The radio played classical music softly in the kitchen.

Kate, arms still wrapped around her steadily expanding tits, grunted softly as she realized that she was getting a little tired from lifting all this weight. They couldn't keep growing for much longer, right? Her zipper was also now painfully digging into her boobs, she suddenly realized, and the pain was increasing rapidly - the metal teeth were not very forgiving of her flesh. She cast her eyes around the kitchen and spied the scissors on the counter at the far side of the room. As she awkwardly shuffled across the kitchen floor, grunting in pain and frustration, a male voice suddenly came on the radio behind her. "You're listening to Classical music on 91.3, The Whisper. That was a selection of performances by Vivaldi. Tom, what do you think of Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons'?" "Well, Connor, I think that it's got to be one of the greatest performances ever written, the subtle blah blah blah.." Katelyn reached the scissors and started contemplating how she was delicately going to cut her jacket open (and silently lamenting that she was going to lose such a lovely jacket), when suddenly, two things happened at once. First, the zipper suddenly took the decision out of Katelyn's hands by snapping open, the teeth losing their hold on each other against the immense pressure of the mammaries they held back. The opening at the top of her jacket sprang wider in an instant, and her cleavage exploded outward. All in the course of a second, the zipper was pushed down like it was being unzipped by a ghost, the titflesh cresting behind it like a wave as they fought to be free. Katelyn's breasts were now only held back by the thick cotton of her yellow work blouse, which would soon be overwhelmed. Her cleavage was pouring out of the deep neckline, and had even ripped the opening slightly wider already. The hem of her shirt was climbing up the bottom of her breasts, and her jacket was only connected by a small length of zipper near her waist. In the same moment that Katelyn was feeling relieved at being freed from her confined jacket, however, the voices conversing on the radio suddenly perked up.

"Well, Tom, before we start this next block of music it's time for the 91.3 Whisper Word of the Day. And today's word is..." Katelyn's eyes widened, suddenly she had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. "Brob...dingnagian. Brobdingnagian." "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Kate screamed. Her blouse ripped open wider. "Wow, that's a mouthful," said Connor. "Brobdingnagian. You're right. Brobdingnagian." said Tom. "What's it mean?" Katelyn was scrambling wildly toward the radio to shut it off, but her breasts made her lose her balance and she fell on top of them right on the table below the shelf that held the radio. Her blouse emitted a loud rip - it was barely hanging on now. The men on the radio continued to talk about the Word. "Well Tom, Brobdingnagian apparently means, 'Huge', 'Enormous', or 'Massive'." Kate reached upward toward the radio, but the shelf was too high up on the wall and the table was too wide. Normally she reached around the side to flip on the radio. She heaved mightily and stepped back, having real trouble lifting the weight of her boobs now. Her blouse suddenly lost its battle, and her beanbag-sized funbags tumbled forward onto the table. "Brobdingnagian," said Connor. "Try to say that ten times fast, hah!" "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!" Kate screamed, as she lunged on top of her breasts. "BrobdingnagianBrobdingnagianBrobdingnagian," said Tom. Her fingers barely brushed the edge of the radio. Katelyn's boobs filled the entire kitchen table up to the wall now, and their girth was preventing her from reaching. "BrobdingnagianBrobdingnagianBrobdingna-damn. BrobdingnagianBrobdingnagianBrobdingnagianBrobdingnagian." Kate sobbed loudly as she frantically moved a kitchen chair beneath her and climbed on top of it. Why wouldn't they stop? "Brobdingnagian. Whew." Katelyn finally was able to grasp the radio, but she knew she already was too late. "Strange word. Brobdingnagian." said Connor. "Anyway, we now return to-" he was cut off as she finally flipped the radio off.

Kate let out a loud sob that turned into a long moaning wail as she felt the tingling filling her breasts like someone had spread pop rocks inside them. The pleasurable feeling she had felt before had increased tenfold, and even as she moaned in misery at what was happening to her, she couldn't ignore how GOOD the tingling felt. The nerves inside her growing breasts were on fire with pleasure, and she felt herself half-laughing and half-sobbing despite herself. Her breasts were pushing against the wall, and now slid her backwards, and Kate suddenly found the chair was sliding out from under her and she was tumbling toward the floor. Most of the mass of her body was now centered on top of the table, however, which slowed her descent, and her feet touched the floor before she fell painfully onto the chair. Instead Kate suddenly felt the weight of her boobs shoved of the edge of the table, pushed into her lap. "Whoooaaa!" she exclaimed as she stumbled backwards under the weight, somehow not falling backwards onto the chair. The weight was much too heavy to hold for even another second though, and Kate was only barely able to take a shuddering step and shift her weight forward to land on top of them in the middle of the kitchen floor. She collapsed into their pillowy mass, feeling exhausted from her bursts of effort. She began to sob again as she felt her boobs slowly inflating beneath her, pushing her upwards. She couldn't even reach the floor anymore. But her sobbing came out mixed with choked gasps of laughter as she fought against the intense pleasure from the tingling growth. Her pussy was wet from her involuntary arousal. Kate alternated between loud gasping sobs and maniacal fits of laughter. She couldn't stop laughing. It was horrifying, like being tickled to death.

Her breasts continued to raise her upwards, like she was resting atop slowly inflating air mattresses. The pleasant tingling had reached a crescendo, and Katelyn was now orgasming as she was slowly lifted in the air, laughing as tears streamed down her face. It felt like a million pixies were dancing inside her boobs. She was riding on an ocean of tingling flesh, and was at the mercy of her own body. She could barely think anymore, just losing herself in the feeling of growth. She suddenly felt her toes touch the floor, however, as her center of gravity became too lobsided to rest on top of her breasts anymore. Kate slowly eased herself back onto her flat feet, but continued to orgasm, feeling her own sex juices dripping down her legs. She blinked through tears and processed the size of her tits. They were now each as tall as she was, and they still weren't stopping. Most of her weight was still on her boobs, and she felt like she was hugging a beached whale. She felt her boobs creeping across the floor on all sides, and her shoes began to skid across the linoleum floor as she was pushed backward. Nellie the cat suddenly appeared in Katelyn's vision, and she meowed in friendly curiosity. Kate, still lost in an state of ecstasy that was wracking her with periodic orgasms and ticklish laughter, only muttered "Sorry, Kitty," through her moans. "I don't... unghhhhhhh... know... what's.. haha-happening to me either ooooohhhhhh!!!" Katelyn felt the chair bumping her foot and kicked it out of the way. She looked behind her, and realized the kitchen table was only another foot or so behind her butt. This kitchen was running out of space. Kate suddenly orgasmed again, arching her back into her mound of boobflesh. Bigger and bigger her breasts grew, slowly filling up the room, until finally, the tingling started to get less intense. Katelyn felt her ass bump up against the kitchen table just as she felt the growth wind to a halt. She breathed heavily, completely exhausted from all the orgasms. Her breasts were incomprehensibly huge. They were enormous. They were, she thought, well, Brobdingnagian. There was no other word to describe them. They filled nearly half the kitchen, and reached almost to the ceiling.

Kate would have cried at her predicament if she weren't so emotionally drained at the moment. She lay against her massive, couch-sized breasts and slowly began to relax. At least it was finally over. Her phone was in her jacket pocket, so she would have to call someone to help her, she supposed. But for now, Kate just wanted to rest. When the world learned of this freakish event, she would be a huge spectacle. She could almost imagine the headlines calling her a big-breasted freak! Her life would never be normal again. All these things and more passed through her mind, until she finally succumbed to her exhaustion and sank her head into her massive cleavage. At least she was comfortable. Kate drifted off to sleep, surrounded by warm flesh, trying not to think of how messed up her life had now become.

She woke up to her cat licking her cheek, its tongue like sandpaper. Nellie then rubbed her face up against Kate's head affectionately, and padded away as she slowly became conscious. She pushed herself off the floor, filled with dread but not knowing why, wait... the floor. Why was she naked? Her boobs! Kate yelped as she scrambled into a sitting position, looked down and saw that her breasts had shrunk back down to normal size. "What the fuck...?" she muttered. Had it all just been a dream again? No. Of course not. She had woken up on the floor, her shirt was in tatters, she had no bra, and as she reached down and inspected her jacket, Kate saw that the zipper was still busted. She checked the clock in the corner. It was only 1pm. Katelyn slowly got to her feet in a daze, wondering what the hell was going on. She supposed she was grateful that at least she had returned to normal, and wouldn't spend the rest of her life as a freak. But what had happened? Would it ever happen again? Nellie rubbed against her ankle again and meowed, looking up to remind Kate that she was hungry. Kate flicked her eyes over to the food bowl and saw that it was empty, and walked over to grab the cat food. Now was normally right around the time she'd usually come home from the diner, she realized. As Kate passed by the refrigerator holding the cat food, however, she saw something strange. A note was pinned to the fridge with a magnet, and she hadn't put it there. She lived alone. Kate approached the note cautiously, worried about what she might find. It was written with a pink pen on white paper, and it had the flowery script of a woman's handwriting. She read it: "Hello Katelyn, I hope you enjoyed your morning as much as I did. I just LOVE Word games, don't you? Especially when the results are so... Brobdingnagian." Katelyn gasped at reading the word, but she didn't feel any tingling just from reading it. Whoever wrote this had been responsible for what had happened to her. She finished reading the note. "Don't worry, that Word has expended its usefulness. But I'd love to play with you again soon! Maybe a different Word, next time. See you in your dreams, Sweetheart! - <3 April"

Katelyn shuddered involuntarily when she finished reading the note. This was creepy as hell. Some woman named April was apparently toying with her. She had made her react that way to the Word. Whoever this person was, she knew Kate's name, she knew where she lived, she had BEEN IN HER HOUSE! Katelyn tried not to panic. She needed to get help. She took her phone out of her pocket, but stopped. Who could she call? The cops? Her mom? Who would believe her? What could she even say to explain it? "A supernatural person I've never even met is playing with my body, making me allergic to words"? They'd throw her in a looney bin! The cat again bumped her ankle to remind Kate to feed her, and she poured the cat food idly while holding the note. What the hell was she going to do about her predicament? Who was the April, and why did she toying with Katelyn? She couldn't think of any answers, and eventually distracted herself by watching Netflix, deciding there was nothing she could do about it for now, not unless she could somehow meet this April woman and demand her to stop. That night, however, Katelyn was terrified of going back to sleep.