Maria stirred in her bed, groaning softly as she stretched underneath her thin sheet. She opened her eyes to a room that was quite dark, except for the moonlight coming in through the window. It was still the middle of the night. She groaned again. 'Fuck,' she thought, as she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. She kept her eyes closed for several minutes and tried tossing and turning, but it didn't work. She didn't feel tired at all, and couldn't get comfortable no matter what position she tried.
Maria groaned again and sat up, reaching for her phone. She squinted against the glare of the screen as it lit up. 2:25 AM. "Ugh," she exclaimed in disgust, falling back against her pillow. This had been happening the past few nights - she woke up randomly in the middle of the night and then, for whatever reason, couldn't get back to sleep. Now it seemed to be becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy, as her mind was so anxious about getting a good night's sleep now that it wouldn't allow her to relax. Maria tried patiently waiting for sleep to return, but after 20 minutes didn't feel at all drowsy. "Goddammit," she whispered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. She had to pee a little - maybe that would help.
As she padded through her dark apartment, Maria's breasts jiggled slightly under her thin silk pajama shirt. She didn't notice, as she was used to the feeling. Her D-cup breasts were quite large on her slim frame, and she carried them well. She had smooth, tan skin and dark hair, oweing to her Latina heritage, and her bottom was big and perfectly sculpted inside her matching silk pajama bottoms. She was a dance instructor, and had nicely toned muscle, with perhaps a little TOO much fleshiness to her tits and ass for the job. Not that she could do much about it - since high school her weight had always been concentrated in those two areas.
Maria kept the bathroom light off as she peed, then went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. She squinted against the light coming from the fridge light, then returned to the bedroom, grateful for the moonlight so that she could easily see the path around her bed. Maria didn't get in bed, however, as she still didn't feel tired. Instead she opened up the sliding door to the small balcony next to the bedroom, and went outside, sitting down on the lone chair she had out there. It was a warm night, as it usually was in San Diego, and Maria was quite comfortable as she sat in the cushioned wicker chair, sipping her water.
It was a full moon. There wasn't much of a view from her balcony, as it faced inward on the apartment complex, and she couldn't see anything beyond the chest-high wall next to her chair anyway. All Maria had was the night sky, the moon, and her thoughts. Tucking her legs underneath her, she stared at nothing for a while as she drank her cool water, wondering why she was having trouble sleeping lately. Eventually, she finished her water and placed the glass on the small side table, intending to get up and go to back to bed. Instead though, the moon caught her eye for some reason. She had always loved the full moon. Its soft light let you see quite well, yet it didn't heat you up or blind you when you looked at it. And it was so rare, only making an appearance once a month. It was so perfect, so big, so round. Maria stared at it, its light reflecting in her brown eyes. She lost track of time as she looked at it, observing its smooth roundness combined with the strange patterns of its craters. She was surely sharing a sight that people had viewed for thousands of years, and in that moment, she felt an almost magical connection to the moon's pale facade.
Underneath her nightshirt, Maria's breasts began to swell. Like someone had turned on the tap for a couple water balloons, they slowly increased in size, pushing outwards underneath the silk fabric. Maria, in sort of a trance as she stared at the moon, didn't notice right away. Her breasts continued to inflate, filling her shirt up as they grew bigger than softballs. They didn't make a sound except the soft rustling of silk sliding against them as they steadily increased in size. Maria's full lips parted slightly as she continued to let the moon fill her eyes, and her breasts continued to fill as well. Bigger and bigger they grew, the smooth tan flesh pressing outwards relentlessly. The moon was just so beautiful. It was almost like it was out there tonight just for her. Her shirt was filling up, getting tight, the buttons beginning to gap as flesh pressed up against them. The silk began to crease on the sides of her breasts as they grew as big as melons.
Finally Maria noticed the tightness in her chest and looked down. Her eyes, already wide from her staring contest with the moon, grew even wider. At first she was speechless, not understanding what was happening. As she watched, her boobs continued to engorge before her eyes. They flled her shirt completely now, and she could see deep cleavage puffing up in the gaps between her buttons. "What the... fuck?" Maria asked to nobody, moving her hands from the chair armrests to rest on the her swelling bosom. Her flesh felt warm, and real. This was all her. "What the fuck!" she repeated, louder this time.
Her breasts were the size of watermelons now, and her silk shirt was losing the battle to contain them. Two buttons suddenly shot off the front, one after the other, and clattered on the floor of the balcony. Smooth, tan boobflesh leapt out of the gaps eagerly, tasting the night air. Maria's heart was racing. What was happening to her? "Stop it... stop growing!" she shouted, her eyes darting back and forth between her monstrous tits. She tried to think what could be causing this, but nothing came to mind. This was impossible. Maybe she was dreaming. Raising her right hand, she slapped her face a few times, willing herself to wake up, but it wasn't a dream, and her boobs continued to grow relentlessly. Their growth seemed to be speeding up, in fact. Another button popped off, exposing more cleavage to the pale moonlight. Her breasts filled her lap, and were now touching the armrests of the wicker chair.
Maria tried to stand up, but was only able to rock forward a bit before falling back. Her boobs were just so heavy. Bracing her arms underneath the swelling masses, she heaved herself forward mightily, and was able to stand up, but almost fell onto her face. Or, well, onto her breasts. Grabbing the rail of the balcony to steady herself, she regained her balance. Her boobs jutted outwards like a pair of blimps, forming a cavern of cleavage inside her nightshirt. Another button shot off, clattering onto the cement, and her breasts jiggled as they bounced outwards. They were the size of medicine balls, and still their growth wasn't slowing. She already had bigger breasts than she had ever seen. "God, I'm turning into a huge-titted freak!" she whispered fiercely. How was she ever going to be a dance instructor with these monsters on her chest?
It was time to get inside, she decided, and not a moment too soon. As she entered her apartment, the edges of her breasts brushed the sides of the sliding door. Another few minutes at this rate of growth, and she would have been trapped on her balcony. Once inside, she flipped on the lights just as the last button to her nightshirt popped off, and her breasts bounced forward and out. They were so ponderous and round that they still touched each other without the confining shirt. They dominated her entire torso. As Maria stood watching, the growth seemed to slow, and then finally stopped. "God damn," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around them softly. Her hands couldn't even reach entirely around them - she could only brush the tips of her fingers together, until she squeezed her tits together, gathering them in her arms and pulling them close to her. The effect was comical, and brought her boobflesh almost up to her chin. Her eyes widened at the amount of cleavage being displayed.
What was she supposed to do with such massive tits? As she held grasped her arms full of boobs together, she realized that it felt... good to hold her breasts like this. Her skin was so soft, so sensitive. Her nipples in particular felt great. The growth didn't seem to have had any negative effects, besides their massive size. She shook her head. This was not normal. "I need to see a doctor," she said decisively, releasing her breasts and letting them bounce outward again. She searched for her cell phone, boobs jiggling like mad as she walked through her apartment, and searched for the number to the doctor's office, calling them up and leaving a vague message about how she was concerned about a condition with her breasts, and asked to make an appointment ASAP.
After getting off the phone, Maria looked down at her boobs and sighed. "Wait a second..." she muttered. Did her breasts seem a little smaller now than when she had gotten off the phone? She wrapped her arms around them again, and was pleasantly surprised that she could now reach her wrists on each hand without squishing them too much. "Huh," she said. Maybe these would go back to normal on their own, and she wouldn't have to decide between getting surgery or walking around with ginormous tits. Just to be certain, Maria sat down on a chair and waited for about 10 minutes, holding her breasts the entire time and watching them. Her suspicions were confirmed - they were definitely shrinking, although a lot slower than they had initially grown.
Satisfied that at least they were getting smaller, Maria yawned and stood up. The last few minutes had really been an adrenaline rush, and now she was feeling drained. She hoped they would be back to normal by the morning, and then she could make an appointment and maybe get some answers from her doctor. It occurred to her, however, how silly she'd look if she walked in with normal-sized breasts and began spouting stories about how big they had grown in a few minutes. The doctor would think she was going insane. Maybe she WAS going insane. Maybe she was just dreaming. But no, the pajama top she had exploded out of would be there in the morning to prove her right.
Maria crawled into bed, her mind going over how she would explain herself to her doctor as she got comfortable. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep on her side or her stomach, so she was relegated to sleeping on her back. Sleeping with her nightshirt unbuttoned felt weird, but it's not like any of her other shirts would fit her right now either, so she just pulled her thin blanket up to cover her breasts. The mountain of cloth-covered boob in front of her was quite a sight. She giggled slightly and patted them. "Dunno what got into you girls," she said softly, "But don't ever scare me like that again." She let her arms drop to the sides and arranged her pillows behind her until she was comfy, and craned her head backward to look out the window behind her. It was still dark outside, so hopefully she'd be able to get a few good hours of sleep. As Maria relaxed, she wondered what could have caused her sudden expansion. She couldn't make any conclusion though, and the thinking occupied her tired mind for a few minutes until she was sleeping soundly, her boobs slowly decreasing in size beneath her blanket.
An hour passed, and Maria's breasts continued to deflate until they were about the size of her head. However, the moon wasn't quite done with her yet. The window behind her head gradually grew brighter as the moon's slow arc across the sky continued, until it was framed in her window in picturesque fashion. Its pale light touched Maria's soft skin, and her breasts began to balloon upwards once more.
She continued to snore softly, unaware, as her boobs grew bigger and bigger underneath her blanket. A small smile played on her face as she felt the soft fabric rustling against her skin and nipples, but she did not wake. Bigger and bigger they grew, until the blanket slid off their roundness and they were fully exposed to the moonlight. After a few minutes they were almost as big as they had been when she had gone to bed, and still they continued to grow. They slowly crept down her stomach and across her bed sheets. Soon they had surpassed their previous largest size, and their growth showed no sign of slowing down.
Finally Maria began to stir, woken from her slumber by the feeling of weight on her chest. At first she didn't realize what she was seeing. Then she realized that the mountain of flesh rising before her eyes was her breasts, now twice as large as they had been when she went to bed. They were the size of yoga balls. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "No, no, noooooo! This wasn't supposed to happen! Why am I growing again?" she whined. She looked out her window to see how much time had passed, thinking from the brightness that maybe it was already dawn. She was greeted by the moon, shining innocently in the sky. The pieces clicked together. "You did this!" she yelled at the moon. She looked back down at her breasts. They were still growing. "The fucking moon is making my breasts grow bigger," she stated, bewildered.
She needed to get out of the moonlight so they could start shrinking again. That proved to be quite difficult, however, as her boobs were now so big that she could no longer move them. She struggled, rocking her body side to side, but she only succeeded in shifting them a couple inches, and the effort exhausted her. She was pinned to the bed, and still bathed in moonlight. Her breasts continued to expand, ignorant to Maria's pleading. Bigger they grew, and bigger still, and she could do nothing but watch as they grew large enough to defy description. She could feel their edges reaching her knees, and her arms could no longer reach her nipples. By now, Maria had fallen silent, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop the growth.
She leaned her head back and checked the position of the moon. It was only about 6 inches above the top of the windowsill now. Eventually it would descend to the point where it wasn't shining on her anymore. Suddenly Maria had an idea. She grabbed her pillows out from underneath her head, and held them upwards to block out the window. The plan seemed to work somewhat, as she was able to block all but a sliver of moonlight from touching her flesh. She thought the growth had slowed down or stopped. Unfortunately, however, there was nothing she could rest the pillows on, and her arms quickly grew tired. Eventually she dropped the pillows, and was once again exposed to the moon. Her growth started back up again in earnest, and she sighed. She would just have to wait this out.
They continued to grow bigger until they filled the entire bed, as the moon continued its slow descent. The shadow from her windowsill reached her face first, but although she could no longer see the moon, it still lit up her breasts. She watched impatiently as the shadow slowly crept up the tops of her boobs, until only the very peaks seemed to glow. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the moon dipped below the windowsill, and her growth stopped.
Maria sighed and looked at the phone resting on her nightstand. If the rate she was going to shrink continued as it had before, then it would take all day for her to go back to normal. At least it was Sunday, and she didn't have to work, but if she couldn't reach her phone, it was going to be a BORING experience waiting for her boobs to shrink. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the phone, turning it on and dreading what she was going to see. She groaned. The battery was at 15% and the charger was across the room. "God damnit." she said, and leaned her head back on her pillow.