Chapter 2

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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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"I see it, I see the campsite!" Adam exclaimed. "Just hold on a little longer, honey!"

Skidding into the site with a crunch of gravel and a cloud of dirt, Adam sprang out of the driver's seat and sprinted around the car to help Simone get out of her seat. She had already unbuckled her seatbelt back at the camp office, and eagerly took Adam's hand once he opened the door, and not a second too soon. As soon as the door opened, her breasts surged again, immediately shredding the rest of her shirt, and pressing against the dashboard.

"Help me get out," she said in a panicked voice, and Adam pulled on her arm as she leaned out of the car, breasts swelling rapidly. It was a close thing, as she was only just barely able to squeeze out of the door before getting stuck. Stumbling, Simone pitched forward, falling face-first into the dirt. Or chest first, rather, as her boobs were now as big as beanbag chairs, and they broke her fall. Adam helped to keep her from impacting too hard by holding her hand, but he immediately felt her growing flesh envelop his foot, so he quickly stepped away to give her space.

"HUUUHHHH-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Simone uttered a long, drawn out moan as she released the pressure that she'd been holding back, all these months. Her boobs inflated as if they were parade floats attached to industrial hoses, slowly lifting her body off the ground from where she'd collapsed on top of them, until she was pushed back into a kneeling position.

Circling around his expanding girlfriend, Adam marveled at how quickly she was growing, and wondering how in the world she'd been able to hold back all of this mass with sheer willpower. The most recent time she'd let herself grow, he remembered her growing fast, but not nearly this fast. A torrent of boob flesh exploded out of her, forcing him to gradually step back from them to avoid getting enveloped.

Adam was extremely aroused at the sight, but his arousal conflicted with other emotions - sheer fascination at this miracle taking place before him, as well as concern for Simone. She was still moaning loudly as she grew bigger and bigger. It sounded like she was experiencing joyous relief, almost to the point of pain. His eyes were wide as he took in the sight of her steady growth, but his brows furrowed when he looked to her face, and saw that tears were streaming down her cheeks. Moving around the round side of her right boob, he drew closer to her.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. "Does it hurt?" She looked up at him from where she knelt atop her breasts. They were growing so quickly that she was being pushed upwards and backwards by them, and she had to scoot here knees across the dirt and pine needles. Simone had her eyes and mouth wide open, and she was crying. But it was tears of joy and relief.

"HHHNNNNNNNNI'MOKAY!" she was able to get out between moans. "I'm good, it feels GOOD," she said, slapping her hands on her boobs and leaning her head against one of them.

Still Simone rapidly grew, being scooted back every few seconds by her boobs. She also was slowly being lifted up, as her breasts rose higher and higher off the ground. Already they were both each bigger than the rest of her body, and the weight of Simone was ceasing to become relevant to whatever her boobs were going to do now. She was just along for the ride, moaning in pleasure as she released a tidal wave of flesh. She continued to lean on her boobs until they gradually pushed her off of their center mass, and she was able to push off of them to stand up, albeit still leaning forward. They extended a full car's length in front of her now, and their rate of growth only seemed to be accelerating.

As Adam watched the spectacle unfold, he suddenly realized that the position she was in was a little problematic. Firstly, she was only a few more feet away from the tree line, and second, she was being slowly pushed back towards his Range Rover. "I'm gonna move the car," he announced, and hustled over to the driver side.

"HUHHHHH! I'll be RIGHT here, babe!" Simone said in a surprisingly frisky tone, tossing her hair and glancing over her shoulder while he passed behind her. She was clearly enjoying this, a fact that Adam found extremely sexy. Adam started the car, careful to maneuver his tires so there was no chance of bumping Simone, and backed away to a safe range, a few dozen meters away. He hoped that was a safe range.

Truth be told, it had been 7 months since Simone's last release, and her boobs had been growing this whole time. There was no telling how big they were now, and there'd be no way to know until the growth had run its course. As Adam stepped out of the car and walked back towards his girlfriend, he took stock of how much space she'd have available to grow into. He'd chosen the camping spot for maximum privacy, and also because it was set in a large clearing, from the pictures he had seen. But being here now, he saw that the pictures didn't tell the whole story. The clearing was big, but it was longer than it was wide, and they hadn't had time to position her in an optimal spot when she'd fallen out of the vehicle. As he approached Simone from behind, Adam assessed the trajectory of her growth, and saw that if she got big enough, she might eventually start getting penned in by the tree trunks.

Simone was still groaning intermittently, although her volume had decreased somewhat. The relief in her voice was still palpable with each moan. If Adam had to compare it to anything, it would be like letting out a long piss after holding it in for hours. Only this was stretching out over long minutes, even at the absurd rate at which Simone's breasts were growing. Simone heard Adam approaching from behind, and turned her head to look up at his face as he drew close. Pushing her hair over one ear, she looked at him with excitement in her eyes, and satisfaction, and something... more. A carnal hunger. Adam had seen this expression from her before. It only appeared when she was letting herself out like this, or thinking about it. She usually was calm and reserved, but in these times it was like a feral animal had been released - all she wanted to do was grow, and fuck.

Seeing that look, Adam immediately felt his cock stiffen, although since he was walking, the blood didn't rush down all at once. Plus, while he was extremely interested in having sex right now, there were still a few things to do before they got down to business. From her expression, he could tell Simone didn't feel like waiting, so he didn't get close enough to get sucked into her gravity well just yet.

"Adam," she said contentedly, licking her lips and running her hands over the massive expanse of her breasts. "I'm growing." She moaned again seductively, leaning against her tits.

"I know, babe." he said, his mouth agape. "You're growing so big." Her boobs were now taller than he was. Each of them was getting close to the size of his Range Rover behind them.

Circling around their growing forms, Adam held out a hand, hovering over her right breast as he looked back toward for Simone for permission. "You can touch them, lover." she said, and moaned again loudly as he complied. Trailing his hands along her firm, smooth flesh, he reveled in their warmth. Despite her skin being quite tight, Simone's boobs retained their pleasant softness, as they always did, and never had stretch marks. As he navigated around her circumference, Adam felt a shudder pass through Simone's breasts, and they surged with even faster growth, responding to his touch. Inside his jeans, Adam's dick was starting to become painfully confined, itself. And he knew Simone was ready for him now. There was just one thing he wanted to check, first.

On the front side of Simone, completely obscured from her view by now, Adam assessed the patch of woods that she was now stuck in. He saw that her breasts had run into the trunks of two medium-sized trees, with a growing bulge of cleavage ballooning between them. It didn't look like they were in danger of becoming too confined by the trees though, from what he could tell. She would surely just be pushed backwards, instead.

Looking at the ground below, Adam reached down and carefully pulled out some sticks that were jutting out from beneath Simone, and cleared away some leaves and debris with his foot, so she would have a clear space to expand into, with as few objects poking into her as possible. He wished he could have better planned the logistics of this endeavor. Maybe next time, he could find a way to let her grow onto a nice, big, soft patch of grass, instead of the dirty forest floor. He was glad he'd chosen a campground with hot showers available, at least, although they'd have to drive all the way back to the main office to use them.

Satisfied that he'd made the front area more comfortable, Adam continued his circuit around his growing girlfriend, pulling more sticks away and pushing aside more detritus. As he circled back into her vision, his hand once again trailing on her supple skin, he saw that she was smiling at him, her mouth slightly agape in a look of desire. The two locked eyes with each other, and Adam could feel the electricity in the air between them. He saw her green eyes flash in the afternoon sunlight as she widened them for a moment, and a heartbeat later, he felt a shudder pass through Simone's breasts, as they surged again with another wave of growth. Adam had to slightly widen the path he was taking, as he felt her left breast brush against his knee, slowly pushing outward. He looked down to adjust his path, and when he looked back up at Simone, she was biting her lip.

"Adam," she cooed. "I'm still growing."

Not for the first time since being with Simone, Adam was somewhat taken aback by the expression on her face, in that moment She looked hungry. Hungry for him, yes. She wanted his touch, that was for certain. But it was something else, too. Something darker.

She wanted to grow. She wanted to be bigger. He could tell. She kept a level head and presented a rational exterior in her every day life, and through monumental self discipline she was able to contain her breasts to a reasonable size... most of the time. But through repeated exposure to this part of her, Adam had eventually come to realize something. This was Simone's true nature. Being this big. Being even bigger. Reveling in the growth.

The rest of the time, she was holding herself back. To be part of polite society, as she'd put it, when he'd asked her why she chose to go with only C-Cups, when she could be any size she chose.

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He'd only asked her that one time, joking that he wouldn't mind if she "showed" a little more, at least sometimes, when they were in private. Her response had been frightening.

She'd gotten "that look" on her face immediately, and pretty much dragged him into the coat closet of their shared apartment. In the cramped space, among the jackets and leaning umbrellas in the corner, she pulled him inside and quickly closed the sliding door. "Babe, what - are you doing?" He asked, but she didn't respond, except to start ripping her shirt apart frantically, scattering the buttons.

"Simone?" Adam asked, completely confused at the frenzy of activity going on in the dark closet. He reached for the sliding door, but she blocked his hand with her elbow. Suddenly, Adam realized that he was bumping up against something in the closet. Something soft and warm. He heard a ripping sound coming from Simone's chest in front of him, and realized that her bra was being torn to shreds by her growing breasts, which were filling the closet at an astonishing rate.

Adam tried to back up, but the coats had no more space to be pushed back. "Simone, hey! Simone!" he said, in a joking voice. What kind of prank was she pulling? But she said nothing, just continued to grow into him, filling up the closet more and more. Her boobs crept upwards and downwards, until there was a wall of flesh pushing against Adam, and he felt himself running out of room to move his arms or legs. The door to the closet was also beginning to creak, as it bulged outward.

"Simone! The door!" He cried out in a muffled voice. At that moment, he realized the growth had slowed down, until a few seconds later it came to a stop. Adam waited silently in the dark closet, his face pinned by breast flesh, with one of his cheeks pressed against a woolen jacket that felt itchy. He had a feeling that there was some sort of point she was proving here, and all he could do was wait patiently until she made it clear what point that was.

Eventually she spoke up, her voice calm, if somewhat muffled. "I can be any size I want, Adam. Any time I want. But... other people just, don't respond well to larger sizes." She sighed, and Adam felt the motion pass through her breasts. "Honestly, if I could bother with the effort, I'd walk around even smaller than I usually do. Growing up in high school, I always felt like people were paying attention to me just for my tits. It felt like that's all I was to them, because they were so extremely noticeable. Just a walking pair of tits. And even when I discovered my power, and was able to make them a little bit smaller every day, it still felt like I was always being judged based on the size of my boobs, rather than any other aspect about me. It wasn't until I came to college, with normal-sized tits, that people started to treat me more like an actual person, rather than just boobs that can talk."

Adam didn't say a word. But he did have the thought that this speech sounded odd, coming from the other side of, well, a talking wall of tit. He must have tilted his head or something, because it sounded like Simone sighed in annoyance, and then he felt another surge of growth from her breasts. Just then, with a loud BANG!, the closet door popped off its sliding rack. "Baaaabe!" came a muffled whine from Adam in the recesses of the closet.

"Ugh!" she said. "Sorry!" and then Adam felt the tide of breast flesh begin to quickly recede away from him. Once he had the ability to move his limbs, he shimmied out of the closet, not saying anything. It wasn't a good idea to antagonize her, when she was like this. He stepped out into the kitchen to assess the damage, and Simone came out soon after, her boobs now only the size of medicine balls, and still shrinking, although more slowly now.

"It's just..." Simone said quietly, looking down at them as they shrank. "Leeping them small is what lets me feel like I can be part of... polite society. But the thing is, deep down..." she trailed off, looking at the closet, as her boobs gradually reached their normal size.

"...maybe you're not so polite," Adam finished, slowly rubbing his face where the memory of his scratchy coat pressing into his cheek still lingered.

She looked up at him, with an odd smile on her face. Adam didn't say anything, just sharing a long look with her. She was looking at him like "he gets me", it seemed to Adam. And he was slowly nodding in silent agreement as he looked back at her, because he did get her. But maybe not in the way she imagined. This bitch is crazy, he thought to himself. And so am I, he immediately thought in response.

But the couple didn't say anything to each other, just stared in silent acknowledgement of their own deeply fucked-up priorities. That night, they went back to their separate bedrooms again - there would be no make-up sex after an "argument" like that, unfortunately - and nothing further was said about the incident.

They both went about their daily lives - going to work, family gatherings, living together as closely as any roommates could. More than that; they were true friends and partners, that shared everything with each other. But the topic of sex, and the topic of Simone's breasts in general, were off-limits. That had always been clear to Adam, but from that point on, Adam was determined to not even come close to mentioning either topic, not even in jest, unless Simone gave him permission.

To be continued...