Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: This story contains fetish content. It has breast expansion, sex, and alludes to non-consensual situations.
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Adam inched his car forward in the gridlock, craning his neck to try to look around the truck in front of him. As he advanced forward, little by little, he could see they were cresting a hill that would give him a better view of the traffic ahead. Much to his dismay, he saw nothing but row after row of brake lights, stretching out all the way down the hill in front of him. He decided not to mention it to his girlfriend sitting next to him - it would only make her more miserable.
Adam's eyes flicked to the rear view mirror, to the road ahead again, and then, inevitably, to Simone beside him. Her fingers were drumming lightly on the arm rest, and her legs were crossed, her foot bouncing impatiently as she stared out the window. Unable to help himself, he glanced down at her chest for the hundredth time this trip, then silently admonished himself - again - for thinking dirty thoughts. His eyes snapped back to the road, but there wasn't much to concentrate on, there. Just the periodic rhythm of releasing the brakes to go forward a few meters, before braking again. He cursed his horny brain for constantly thinking ahead, of what the couple would be doing once they got to the campground.
SEX! the reptilian part of his brain squealed in delight. Mentally, he tried to imagine flogging that part of his brain, stuffing it in a barrel, and burying it. This isn't about YOU! he tried to tell himself - again. Simone was in distress, THAT was what mattered. Not Adam's own self-gratification. But despite himself, he couldn't entirely suppress the rising urges that he was feeling. The analytical part of his brain, trying to determine why he was struggling so much internally, told him that it made sense that he felt so horny; after all, he hadn't had sex (SEX! his cerebellum shrieked from its barrel) in over 7 months, since November.
Oh, he'd pleasured himself plenty of times since the last time he and Simone had made love. He wasn't completely pent up, he tried to tell himself. But masturbation just wasn't the same as what awaited him. There was no way it could come close. It didn't help that he'd avoided jerking off for the past week, trying to "save himself" for this reunion. Now, however, he was regretting that decision, as he felt his dick twinge again in anticipation of the impending release. He just wished he didn't have to deal with the distraction at this moment. After all, it was Simone who was really struggling, not him.
Again, Adam tried to center his thoughts around wholesome concern for his girlfriend. He truly was worried for her wellbeing, and wished there was a way he could make her comfortable. But his mind was unable to disentangle that concern from thinking about her body. If only they could just BE there already, and both naked. Then he could attend to her needs, as well as his own, and everything would be perfect. If only they could just pull onto the side of the road and rut like animals, in full view of everyone. But neither of those desires were possible at this moment, and he felt guilty for the giddiness that was bubbling up through his loins, while Simone suffered next to him.
He checked the clock again. They'd been driving for almost 3 hours now, and a full 90 minutes of that had been bumper-to-bumper traffic, with no end to it in sight. It was Memorial Day weekend, and everyone else in New York State apparently had had the same idea as they had - get away from the city and the suburbs, for a long weekend in the mountains. When they'd planned this camping trip, the thought of traffic had never even crossed Adam's mind.
Of course, his mind had been mostly filled with static for the past few days, as he struggled to wrap up his week of work and make things ready for his week-long vacation, all while thoughts of Simone kept popping into his head. On Thursday, one of his coworkers even asked him why he kept shaking his head every few minutes. Adam didn't want to explain that he was trying to clear his mind of dirty thoughts, so he just said he was tired.
The past week had truly seemed endless; after the months of waiting for this trip, it felt like every day moved slower, the closer they got to it. Now they were finally on the road, but the traffic seemed mocked Adam with its inevitability. "Oh, you're excited for your little getaway?" the Universe seemed to say. "Well, get in line, pal." The Universe didn't care about his urgent sexual needs. And worse - it didn't care about Simone, he thought grumpily. A part of him felt justly resentful towards this traffic on her behalf - after all, he didn't mind it so much for himself, but couldn't things go smoother, for her sake? She'd put up with so much the past few months; it was only fair that she got relief.
Glancing to his side again, Adam saw that Simone had crossed her arms and was looking straight ahead, now. Her face was mostly obscured by her large designer sunglasses, so he couldn't read her expression. Adam was grateful that he was wearing his own sunglasses, as they hopefully were obscuring his own eyes flicking down at checking out her chest, once again. Guilty as he felt about it, he couldn't stop glancing at them every time he looked in her direction. She had crossed her arms underneath her breasts, lifting them slightly and making them strain more against the seatbelt lodged between them.
She was wearing a black shirt that fully covered her top, and his sunglasses tinted his vision further, so Adam couldn't fully grasp the contours of Simone's chest, not without looking more directly. But he was a gentleman, and refused to ogle. It wouldn't help, anyways, all it would do was rile him up further while he waited for the traffic jam to end. In the brief peek that he did take though, his brain drank in the sight of her breasts, and his imagination filled in the rest of the picture. He couldn't be sure, but her top looked tighter than normal, as if her boobs were straining the fabric. And did he see bumps of raised flesh jutting up above her bra cups? It was impossible to tell, inside her black shirt.
Despite his glance only taking a half second, and despite his sunglasses, when Adam's gaze returned to Simone's face, he saw that she had a small smile. "Stop looking at them," she said wryly, continuing to stare ahead. She didn't sound entirely disappointed in him, but Adam still felt the sting of shame at being caught.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, but he knew he didn't sound sincere.
"Sure," she said, and turned her head to look out the window again.
Adam released the brake pedal again and let his Range Rover coast forward a few more meters. They had fully crested the hill now, and both of them could see the line of traffic stretching the whole way down the long rolling slope in front of them. "Uggghh," Adam groaned with muted frustration. "I can't believe this traffic." He rocked lightly back and forth, tightly gripping the steering wheel in his impatience.
Simone sighed next to him, as she gazed out the window. "I know," she said wearily, leaning her head against the window.
"This is my fault," said Adam, shaking his head. "I should have realized there'd be traffic. We could have gotten on the road much earlier if I hadn't slept in." Replaying the morning in his mind, Adam recalled that Simone had been up since the crack of dawn, and ready to go before 7 A.M. It had been Adam who'd taken his time hopping in the shower and buttoning up the apartment before the trip, and he'd had to go back into the house multiple times for things he'd forgotten at the last moment. He cursed himself for his lack of preparation.
"Nothing we can do about it now," Simone said. Adam was impressed at her composure, feeling as she must be in that moment. As bad as it was for him to be stuck in this situation, it was much worse for her. With her looking at the window, he glanced down at her chest again. And again, he couldn't be sure if it was her arms crossed underneath them, or the seatbelt confining them, but... they seemed to be straining against her black shirt, begging to be released. But maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him in the dim cabin.
Adam cleared his throat and kept the conversation going, trying to distract himself from the monotony of traffic. "So, uh... how are you holding up?" he asked, and immediately regretted asking the question. This topic would not be productive as a distraction for either of them - after all, it was what exactly they were both desperately trying to distract themselves from. But the words were already out of his mouth.
"I'll be fine," she said, continuing to stare at nothing out the window. "Just trying to keep my concentration, is all. Can we not talk about it?"
"Of course," Adam replied hastily. "Let's uh, try to find some music to listen to," he said, fiddling with the buttons on the dashboard. For the next few minutes, he scanned through radio stations, but most of them were either talk shows or country music, which neither of them enjoyed. And all the stations were crackly, regardless of content. They were in the foothills of the Catskill mountains, after all, and there wasn't much of a signal available.
Adam switched away from the radio and grabbed for his phone instead, splitting his attention between the traffic in front of him and finding something to listen to. He found himself not wanting to listen to any of the music playlists that were downloaded on his phone, and knew he wouldn't be able to get a signal out here to stream anything. "Mind if we listen to a history podcast?" he asked Simone.
"Sure, that sounds great," she said, although he knew she didn't really care for such content. But he knew it would be nice to just have something on, even if she didn't pay any attention to it. For the next 30 minutes, the couple were silent as they listened to a man drone on about the rise and fall of the Ottoman Empire. Adam tried to focus on the podcast, and after a while managed to lull himself into a more relaxed mental state, letting himself incrementally move forward along with the flow of traffic.
Eventually, they crested another hill, and saw flashing lights belonging to a group of emergency vehicles on the side of the road. As they inched closer, it became clear that there had been some sort of accident. Beyond the cluster of blue and red lights, Adam could see that traffic was beginning to flow again. Like with all accidents, the real cause of the traffic jam was all the rubberneckers slowing down to check on the spectacle on the side of the road. But despite internally criticizing others for slowing down to look, Adam couldn't help but do the same when he approached the scene. The quick glance that he got showed what looked like a pretty serious wreck; both cars would be totaled for sure. But from what he could tell by the people standing around the cars, nobody seemed to be injured at least.
As soon as they passed by the accident, Adam sighed with relief, as he finally got to accelerate away from the gridlock. "Great," he said cheerfully as the Range Rover reached a decent speed. "Should be only about 2 more hours until we reach the campground." To his side, Simone groaned softly. He looked over and saw a grimace on her face. "You okay?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine," she said, but he could hear the strain in her voice. "I made it this long, I can make it a few more hours."
As they cruised down the road, Adam took in the beautiful scenery that they were passing by. Now that they weren't stuck in traffic, he could better appreciate the mountain vistas that they saw every time they crested a hill, and every time the mountains getting closer and taking up more of the horizon. He appreciated the beautiful driving weather, and was glad to know that the forecast for the weekend promised to see that weather continue through the week. Of course, even if it had been pouring, he still would have been excited for this trip, but the nice weather was a bonus.
The history podcast droned on, and Adam's focus drifted in and out of paying attention to it. The closer they got, the more his anticipation slowly built, until he could hardly even hear what was being said anymore. Every so often, he glanced over at Simone, who had leaned back against the seat. He thought her eyes were closed beneath her sunglasses. She was probably meditating, focusing on getting through this ordeal.
A little more than an hour passed, and finally Adam saw the sign for the exit off the highway. They still had to travel along backroads for some time to reach the remote campground, but he was glad the highway part was over, at least. He was in the home stretch, now. And more importantly, Simone was that much closer to her much-needed relief, he told himself sternly. This was about her, after all. The reptilian part of his brain cackled in the recesses of his mind.
He forced himself to refocus on the podcast. The historian was still talking about the "rise" part of the Ottoman empire - it was a 4-hour podcast, and quite thorough. They had just finished conquering the Levant, and now the host was talking about their interaction with the Byzantine Empire. "Now, the rate of expansion of the Ottoman Empire was very concerning for the Byzantines. They had previously considered them just a regional backwater, but every year they just kept growing, and GROWING. Their territory just kept getting bigger, and BIGGER..."
Adam was lost in thought, imagining what the map must have looked like back then, what it would be like to hear about such a powerful regime rising. To his right though, he suddenly noticed Simone fidgeting. She had leaned forward, and was reaching around behind her back, lifting her shirt up. She fiddled with her bra strap for a few seconds, arching her back for better leverage. Adam avoided glancing at her while she did so, but his peripheral vision drank it all in. He heard the bra clasp release with a small click, and Simone leaned back, removing the bra from underneath her shirt.
In that moment, Adam did look at her, and what he saw immediately made his dick pulse in his pants. Simone's breasts were definitely bigger than normal; it hadn't just been him imagining things. They looked almost as big as her head, and they were stretching out the black shirt she was wearing.
Usually, they were were around a C-Cup. But the truth was, Simone had a secret: Her boobs were much, MUCH larger than they seemed. When she had hit puberty, they had steadily grown every day, and in high school she became quite a spectacle for her abnormally large chest. Simone and her family had become concerned about her size, and whether her growth would ever stop.
But then, according to her, one night, she'd had a lucid dream. In the dream, she'd been able to shrink the size of her breasts, just by concentrating her willpower on making them small. When she'd woken up that morning, she found to her astonishment, that this ability worked in her waking life as well. From then on, Simone had kept her boobs from growing any bigger through sheer force of will - at least, from seeming to grow any bigger. In truth, they did continue to grow larger every day, but she used her ability to hide that from the world - even shrinking them every day for a while, to make them a more manageable size for the world around her.
But it took mental effort to maintain a small size, and by the end of each day, Simone would find herself exhausted. She'd come home from high school each day and have to contain her moans of relief as she allowed herself to expand to her "real" size in her room, giving herself a few minutes of relaxation before she joined her family for dinner.
Another problem soon arose, though - when Simone went to sleep, she would naturally lose concentration, and in the morning, would wake up with massive breasts again. One time, her sister Becky walked in on her like this, forcing Simone to reveal her secret. Aside from Adam, Becky was the only person who knew about Simone's true condition. From that experience, Simone had been embarrassed, and realized she needed a way to contain her size even in her sleep.
She sought out hypnosis and meditation techniques, and eventually found success in doing so: by meditating before going to bed each night, she'd managed to find a way to maintain her concentration, even while sleeping. She slowly improved her endurance throughout high school, until she finally felt ready to go to sleepovers with her friends without blowing her secret - and her top. For by the time she reached senior year, Simone's breasts had grown big enough to overflow her lap, if she allowed them to fully enlarge. But she was able to live a normal life despite her condition, and through her rigorous, constant mental effort, she trained herself to be able to go weeks at a time without experiencing the feeling of being her true size, and then eventually, months.
When Simone had gone away to college, she made sure to attend a school that nobody else in her high school had chosen. That way, she was able to shrink her breasts even further, without anybody noticing the sudden decrease. She made them C-Cup size, which was about as small as she could get them to be without increasing the mental strain too much, and was able to live her life as a college student without anybody knowing her as the insanely busty girl. Of course, with her petite frame and thin figure, Simone's breasts were still prominent, but they weren't abnormally large.
In college, she'd met Adam, and they quickly fell for each other. As they became closer, Simone's secret weighed heavily on her, and she wondered how she'd reveal it to him, or if she ever could. Worried that he would think of her as a freak if he knew her true size, she held off on telling him. As it turned out though, it was quite difficult for her to maintain her concentration on keeping her breasts small when she was aroused, and well... it was pretty hard for her to explain away to Adam how his girlfriend's boobs were now filling the bed.
Fortunately for both of them, Adam was a breast man, more so than most. It turned out he found this condition extremely sexy, and the secret nature of it made it even sexier. Unfortunately, however, as the two became closer as lovers, another thing became evident: having sex made Simone's breasts grow even faster. And when she orgasmed, she would experience a surge of growth, gaining the equivalent of a few weeks of "normal" expansion within seconds. Every time the couple made love, Simone would fill more and more of the bed, and he'd get pushed further back by her mass every time she finished. Until one day, he felt his butt hit the wall of his dorm room. It was becoming obvious that they would no longer be able to have sex in a normal-sized bedroom, before long.
Due to this complication, and despite what both of them wanted, Simone was forced to avoid having sex with Adam as often, so as to not exacerbate her condition. They got on a schedule where they'd only have sex about once a month, and only in places where they could have complete privacy, and room for her to expand. About halfway through senior year, Adam's dorm room was no longer an option, as Simone completely filled it at her full size. Both of them were worried about whether they could keep this secret for much longer at this rate, so they started having sex only every three months.
The couple couldn't swear off sex entirely, and so they were forced to find creative places to fuck. One time they'd used the living room of Adam's townhouse, while his roommates were away. Once, a few weeks before graduation, when they were both feeling bold, they snuck into the gymnasium and made love in the middle of the basketball court. Adam still remembered how she filled almost the entire 3-point arc with her boobs. They were able to make it through graduation, and eventually, they'd moved in together. Adam was from a wealthy family, and had connections that he was able to leverage into a high-paying job, which allowed them to rent a 2-bedroom apartment, so they could sleep in separate beds - an absolute necessity as far as they were both concerned, to avoid temptation at night.
It had been 2 years since graduation, and the frequency of sex had gone down even further. There just wasn't room for it, unfortunately. Adam could count on one hand the number of times he and Simone had made love since they'd graduated, as now they would go half a year in between sessions. Adam had to get creative to find spaces for them to have sex - most recently renting out an entire suite at a hotel, so they could have a weekend of pleasure.
But he'd underestimated how big Simone had grown, and they'd been forced to abandon their weekend plans when she found herself filling the entire suite. He'd been ready to pay for the expense of her breaking the bed, but several other pieces of furniture had been smashed, and the wall leading to the bathroom had caved in. It had been tough explaining THAT to the front desk. That had been the last time they'd had sex, back in November. Over 7 months ago. Since then, they had made the plans for their current trip, a long drive out into the mountains, where they could have a weekend of "camping"... but mostly so they could fuck. And with plenty of room for Simone to be her full, true self, away from prying eyes, they hoped.
Now, in the car, almost at their destination, Simone had removed her bra, and Adam could see how difficult it was for her to stay contained this long. He'd never seen her boobs grow outside her control, not unless they were in the bedroom together. His eyes widened at the sight of her huge breasts, before he jerked his gaze back to the road. He tried to focus on driving, but the image was burned in his brain. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants, in spite of the dire situation. "Are you, uh... gonna make it?" he asked, somewhat nervously. If she wasn't able to contain herself until they reached the campground, there could be problems. There was no way she'd fit in the car at full size.
"Yeah, I'm gonna make it," she said with a small laugh, but when Adam glanced at her face, he could see beads of sweat on her forehead. "I was just feeling a little cramped, is all."
Adam swallowed, and tried to focus on driving. They were less than 30 minutes away from the campground, and the sweet release that awaited them both led to him unconsciously putting more pressure on the gas pedal. Adam didn't notice until it was too late, as suddenly he saw a pair of red and blue flashing lights burst to life in his rear view mirror. "Ah, shit!" he exclaimed, looking down at his speed. He was going well over the speed limit. He immediately braked, but it was too late, of course. He looked over at Simone, who had a look of panic on her face as she looked at the cop car in the side mirror.
"Oh god, really?" she whined. "Awww, why does this have to happen NOW?" she asked, exasperated. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back around the scene, letting out a low moan.
"Shit! SHIT!" Adam continued to curse softly, as he slowly drifted to a safe spot to pull over on the side of the road. "It's fine, Simone. It'll be fine," he said, trying to regain his composure. "I'm sorry," he continued, looking at her and shaking his head at his own lack of attentiveness. "I'm just gonna take the ticket, and try to get out of this as soon as possible. It should only be a few minutes."
Simone sighed and nodded her head. There wasn't anything either of them could do, in this situation, other than to let it take its course. Still leaning her head back against the seat, Simone closed her eyes and began taking long, deep breaths. Adam had seen her do these breathing exercises before bed, as part of her meditation to keep her breasts from growing in her sleep. He let her focus her mind on that task, while he prepared himself to interact with the police officer. Looking in the rear view mirror, he impatiently waited for the man in the car behind him to run his plates, until eventually he saw him step out of the car and advance to the driver side door.
Fortunately, the interaction went smoothly, with the standard "do you know how fast you were going?" question being met with a sincere apology from Adam that he did not, in fact, realize how fast he was going. He calmly provided his license and registration, and the cop took it back to his car to check his driving record. This was the first time he'd ever been pulled over for speeding, but Adam wasn't expecting to get a break. He didn't care about the expense though, just the delay this was causing. Silently, he cursed himself again for his mistake, as he waited for the cop to return. Simone hadn't moved beside him, and was still taking long, deep breaths. She had held off on doing so when the officer was at Adam's window, but now it seemed like her breathing exercise was all that was keeping her together.
Finally, after another 5 minutes, the crunch of gravel signaled the officer's return, and Simone again paused her breathing, while he returned Adam's documents, and gave him a ticket for speeding. He announced the court date in a stern tone that was all business. As he spoke, it seemed to Adam that he was looking at Simone more than him, and specifically his sunglasses seemed to be looking directly at her chest. He lingered for a few extra seconds after handing over the ticket, almost seeming like he wanted to say something to her, but he didn't. Instead he turned back to the car, and after getting in, immediately drove away.
For his part, Adam let out a huge sigh that he didn't realize he'd been holding in. Next to him, he heard Simone do the same, but then her sigh turned into a strangled exclamation, sounding like "Huuhhhhhhh-AAAAAH!" Adam quickly looked over, just in time to see her boobs grow several sizes bigger in an instant. They were now easily as big as her head, and the black fabric of her shirt was tightly drawn against her chest, straining against the seatbelt. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at her chest, then back up at Adam. "We need to get moving," she said nervously, and Adam silently nodded as he started the car.
Careful to stay close to the speed limit, Adam drove with urgency through the winding backroads that led to the campground. Simone had resumed her breathing exercises, although they seemed more desperate and shakier than any time he'd heard her before. She was clearly doing everything she could to keep herself contained.
When they entered the small town that the campground was in, Adam quietly announced this to Simone. "We're almost there," he said soothingly. "Just a little longer." But she didn't seem to hear him. By the time they pulled onto the dirt road leading to the campground, she was breathing like she was in labor. Pulling into the parking spot in front of the main office, he glanced at her while he unbuckled his seatbelt. She was covered in sweat, and her breasts were even bigger than before.
"I'll be right back," he said quickly, then darted out of the car, to check in at the office. Another impatient few minutes passed as he signed in, and was given directions to the campsite. He'd chosen the one which was deepest in the woods, and furthest from any neighboring sites. Unfortunately, he realized that now meant it would take even longer before Simone could get out of the car. The woman who ran the camp office tried to make small talk, asking about his plans, but Adam excused himself, saying that he needed to get the tent set up right away, before it got dark. As he walked out of the office he glanced up at the sky, seeing that it was midday. Oh well, he'd had to say something.
Briskly walking to the car and getting in, Adam was startled to see that Simone's breasts had grown again. They were stretching the material of her shirt so much that it was completely skintight, and becoming translucent. As big as watermelons, they jutted out from her chest as she took heaving breaths.
Adam quickly started the car, his tires spinning out in the dirt as he pulled out of the parking lot, and drove into the campground. "We're almost there. Almost there," he repeated over and over, using a coaching voice like a doctor might use for a woman giving birth. The speed limit for the campground was supposed to be 5 mph, but he didn't care in that moment, as he tore down the dirt road.
Her boobs were now growing constantly, and he was hearing ripping sounds coming from her shirt. 10 minutes passed, and they were still not at the campsite. At one point, Adam hit a speed bump, and Simone grunted as the car jostled. Her breasts surged forward a few more sizes, causing large tears to appear in her shirt, as cleavage bubbled out of it. "I see it, I see the campsite!" Adam exclaimed. "Just hold on a little longer, honey!"
To be continued...