Chapter 4

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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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This... this is nice. Adam found himself thinking, the longer that the couple held their embrace. Simone seemed perfectly at peace right now, and the longer she got to relax in her current state, the better he would feel about the fact that she'd have to shrink herself down again, eventually.

He had many things on his mind, right now - the fact that he'd have to set up the tent before dark, that they would both need to take a trip down the long dirt road again to take a shower before bed, the worry that someone might have heard or seen what was going on in their campsite. But for now, he just enjoyed being close to his girlfriend, in the way he normally couldn't. He silently swayed with her, feeling the warm breeze passing across his bare butt, trying to ignore the feeling of the slimy residue that still coated his groin - the towels were in the car, which he couldn't get into right now. The minor discomfort was worth it, though, to be close to Simone like this.

After a few minutes of them gently rocking back and forth, Simone finally spoke up. "So... we're here all week, then?"

"That's right, babe," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. "Just you and me, in the woods."

She reached a hand back to run her fingers through his hair. "I wonder how big I can get, before we leave?" she asked seductively. Adam froze his slow rocking, and he felt himself tense up. Simone noticed, and she leaned her head to the side so she could look him in the eyes. "What?" she asked, in an accusing tone. "That's why we're out here, isn't it? So we can make love? So I can grow?" Her green eyes flashed dangerously, daring him to contradict her. He felt her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his head away from her shoulder so she could see his face better.

"Y-yeah babe," he said immediately, his eyes wide with what he hoped was an innocent look. "You know I love to see you grow, Simone, it's just..." he racked his brain trying to think of an explanation, one that didn't sound like he was trying to reign in her ambitions. Her eyes widened as he hesitated, and he felt her grip in his hair get tighter. "Well, it's just... I was hoping we could find a way to... spend some time together, out here. You know, like... personal time? Like, we could snuggle, and hang out, and just... take it easy, you know?"

Simone cocked her head back, and her eyebrows lowered in a confused expression. "You mean like, what we're doing right now?"

"Yeah," Adam said. "Like this, only, y'know..."

"What do I know, Adam?" she asked in a dangerously calm tone.

"Well, I was thinking we could, like, snuggle, in a more... horizontal position. Without so much..." he trailed off as he saw her expression darken. But it was too late to back out, now. He took a breath, then powered through before she could draw the wrong conclusion about what he meant. "What I'm trying to say is... I want to be close to you, Simone. We live together, but it just feels like we're never able to be close. Except when we do this," he said, as he nudged his head against her boob. "And we can't really do this very often, and it's just... I wish this didn't have to be the only way we... had sex. I wish we could try some more, y'know... normal stuff."

Simone's eyes stayed locked onto Adam's as he babbled out his explanation. When he said the word "normal", though, her eyebrows rose. "Normal?" she asked, her voice full of disdain. "You want normal, Adam? Is that what you want?!" Her grip on his hair tightened further, and Adam winced as it started to become painful. At the same time, he felt a shudder pass through her breasts, and the trees around them began to groan and creak, as her breasts swelled even bigger.

"Ah! Babe - babe!" Adam said, reaching up to grip Simone's hand in his hair, but her grip was too tight for him to pry her loose easily.

"This IS normal for me!" she said, continuing to grow. Another loud CRACK! sounded from one of the tree trunks in front of her. More small twigs rained down on top of them as the trees shook.

"Honey-! Simone, please!" he pleaded, reaching his other hand up to grip her shoulder. "Simone, come on, you're gonna break the trees!" Adam said, his voice getting increasingly frantic. He didn't even care about the painful grip she had on his hair - he just didn't want her to snap a tree trunk, and possibly hurt herself. "Babe, come on, that isn't what I meant!"

After a few seconds, her grip lessened slightly, and her growth stopped again. "What did you mean, then, Adam? What does 'normal' mean to you?" she asked.

Adam looked back at her, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation. I can't talk to her when she's like his, he thought. She wasn't thinking straight, and she was holding all the cards. And his hair, which he'd prefer she didn't rip out of his head. "I'll tell you," he said calmly. "Can you let go of my hair?"

She stared at him for a bit, her expression blank. Finally, he felt her grip loosen, and he used his hand to gently pull her fingers out of his hair. He didn't back away from her, though. He wanted her to realize he was on her side. Brushing his fingers through his hair to fix it, he looked down at her.

Suddenly he realized that they'd been in the same position for some time, and that her neck might be cramping by now. Gently, he moved to her other side, and her gaze followed. "Simone, you know how much I love you, right? Everything about you," Adam asked softly. She nodded without saying anything. "Well, we're here a whole week," he said. "And I don't want to start off with an argument. Would it be okay if we discussed this later? Maybe after we've both had a shower?" And after you've calmed down, he thought, but didn't say out loud.

She looked at him, considering his proposal. He saw some of the fire fading from her eyes, but not all of it. "First," she said quietly, "Tell me what you meant by 'normal'."

Adam sighed, choosing his words very carefully. "I just meant, like having sex the way other people do, is all. Like, missionary position... and even, well-" he hesitated, then plowed through. "I was thinking like, we could go down on each other, and stuff?" he rubbed his neck as he finished his thought, wishing he'd chosen better words as soon as they were out of his mouth. But she didn't lose her cool, this time. Instead, she snorted softly, then rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Honey, you know I can't do that with you," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "When we're making love, I really can't hold it in. I just... can't concentrate, when we're close to each other like this. All I can think about is..." and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply through her nose as she spread her arms wide against her breasts. The trees shook again, emitting more groans and cracks as she swelled bigger.

"Babe, c'mon - hey!" he exclaimed. "Simone, the trees!" Adam shook her shoulder lightly to snap her out of it, and the growth again stopped as she looked back up at him with a smile. Adam sighed again. She really did only have one thing on her mind, when they were together. But he wasn't willing to give up trying just yet. "Fine," he said, smiling back at her. Despite her crazy behavior, it really was endearing that she felt this way about him, that her legendary self-control somehow only failed when she was with him.

But a nagging thought sprang into his mind. If I'm the one who causes her to lose control, then the best thing for her would be for me to get as far away from her as possible, he thought. Aloud, he said, "If you don't think it can work, then we won't do it. All I wanted to do is ask if you'd be willing to try. It's your call." He said, and leaned his head in to kiss her. She accepted his kiss without comment, and when he stood straight again, she was looking at him, seeming to give his request some consideration.

He sprang into action before she could respond though, lightly slapping her breast and taking a step away to the side. "Don't answer me now," he said in a tone that suggested he didn't care what her response was, either way. "First thing's first, we both need a shower, and I want to set the tent up before it gets dark. And uh, my keys are somewhere underneath one of your boobs," he said with a grin. He rested his hands on his hips, waiting for her to work her magic.

Simone responded by arching her back and groaning, "Nnnnnnn, do I have tooo?" in a playful whine, then burying her head into her cleavage, stomping one of her feet in frustration. A jiggle passed through her breasts from the motion.

"Yeahhhh, come on honey," Adam said in a lecturing tone. When she was in this state, it always felt like this afterwards; like he was putting her in time out. Or like he was putting a genie back in the bottle. She stamped her feet again and said some words that sounded like more whining, but he couldn't make them out, since she was speaking directly into her boobs. "Come onnn, Simone," he cajoled her, amusement creeping into his voice, as it did whenever she threw these fake tantrums.

"Fiiinnnnnnee" was the muffled response he was pretty sure he heard coming from her cleavage. A few seconds passed as Simone became still. Then the trees shook again, as her breasts slowly began to deflate.

The process of his girlfriend's breasts shrinking was something that never failed to amaze Adam. Seeing her grow was always exciting, but when it was happening, there were other things occupying his attention, and his raging libido always turned the experience into a blur. During the long periods between the couple having sex, Adam would often replay those moments in his mind while he masturbated alone, but he'd never gotten a chance to just watch her grow - at least not for very long, before he became an active participant in the process.

Watching her shrink was a different experience, since his mind was clear, and all he could do was observe. It was an incredible ability she possessed, unlike anything he'd ever heard of before. In their world, there were sometimes reports of meta-humans manifesting powers that defied logic; people who could fly, or move things with their mind. Although, such abilities were exceedingly rare, and useful ones even less so.

Adam had never met anyone with a power before, although a friend of a friend claimed his uncle grew steel wool instead of hair. Adam had interrogated him about it over drinks - he was incredibly curious about meta abilities, ever since he'd first realized that Simone had one - and the guy's story seemed believable. It sounded like it was quite inconvenient for his uncle to deal with, as water made his hair rust, and he couldn't really wear hats. Plus, Adam's acquaintance had leaned in to tell him quietly, the man could only wear a pair of underwear once, before it was ruined! At the time, Adam had laughed along with the conversation, but it really did sound quite inconvenient.

Most meta abilities that he'd heard of were similar cases, their various benefits typically coming with equally potent drawbacks. Some of them didn't seem to have any advantage at all, such as the cases where people had blue skin, or eyes that grew out of their cheeks. Even the story of the woman who could fly told of how it wasn't really that amazing - she had to exert tremendous effort to elevate herself even a few meters off the ground, and was only able to move at about the speed a person could walk. An amazing power, to be sure, but it was pretty limited in its application. Adam remembered that in the video he saw where they interviewed the woman, in her 70s by this point, she claimed to never even use the power anymore. "All the stuff I want to do is on the ground, anyway," she'd said.

Simone was the only person who Adam had heard of with two abilities. As far as he could tell, it was two separate abilities. The constant growing of her breasts since puberty, that was a "passive" meta power, in the same vein as the man who had steel hair. There wasn't really anything she could do about it; her boobs would just keep getting bigger, until they eventually stopped - or so Adam hoped.

And up until she'd met Adam, the size she'd attained wasn't completely unprecedented either. People had manifested meta abilities that resulted in various types of gigantism before, from a man growing 15 feet tall, to people growing massive hands or feet. There was a rumor on the internet about a man whose cock grew 3 feet long, although Adam hadn't bothered to check the veracity of that one. And there had even been multiple cases of women with extreme gigantomastia, that resulted in breasts almost as big as Simone's.

Adam had been extremely curious about those cases, and had dug into the stories to get as many details as he could. One woman had been a similar case to Simone, her breasts growing continuously once she reached puberty, and not stopping until she was 30 years old. By that point, her boobs had been big enough to reach her knees, and the only way she could get around had been by putting them on a wheeled cart. But that growth had been continuous and slow, and not affected by anything external, from what Adam had read.

The other woman, Sherry Daniels, was a well-known case of a meta ability manifesting late in life. Sherry had had a seemingly normal figure up to the age of 33, until one day she discovered that when she hummed a particular note - E-sharp, as Adam recalled - her breasts would expand at a rapid rate. In a video now famous on the internet, particularly on porn sites, she had demonstrated the ability for the benefit of social media users, who claimed not to believe her.

In the video, she started humming, and her boobs, already G-Cups by that point, had visibly started growing. She'd kept humming until 3 of her buttons popped off. The scene had gone viral, of course, and Sherry became famous instantly. But the attention quickly became bothersome, and she shunned the spotlight that shone on her briefly. She was invited to several talk shows, but in each of the interviews Adam had watched, she was visibly uncomfortable to have so much attention be on her breasts. In each interview, they'd asked her to demonstrate the ability again, and she'd refused, saying she didn't plan to get any bigger.

But on one of the shows, the male hosts got the audience to cheer "Grow! Grow! Grow! Grow!" to egg her on, and she eventually gave in. The audience quickly fell silent as the camera focused in on her chest, and she began to hum softly. The cameras showed her breasts swelling in exquisite detail, as cleavage slowly bulged out of her dress for the ogling onlookers. After a few seconds, she stopped humming, and when the camera cut to her face again, she was wiping tears out of her eyes. Sherry had never gone on another show, and she'd deleted her social media soon after the incident. Many felt bad for her, but the video of her growth was still one of the most popular clips on the web.

Adam had seen reports of people who could make various parts of their body grow instantaneously, and one about a different woman who could make herself grow taller when she patted the top of her head - although he'd never seen a video of it happening.

But Simone was unique. Firstly, her breasts grew passively and continuously, attaining a much larger size than most other cases, and growing faster as well - before even meeting Adam, Simone's true bust size was bigger than any of the other cases he'd been able to find. Secondly, her breasts ALSO rapidly grew in response to external stimulation, namely Simone's own state of arousal around Adam. Sherry Daniels was the only person he'd been able to find with a similar case, but her growth wasn't nearly so quick. She also didn't seem particularly happy about having massive boobs. But Simone's insane appetite for bigger and bigger sizes had nothing to do with her meta ability, as far as Adam knew.

But the amazing secondary ability Simone had developed; a latent power seemingly revealed to her in a dream - the power that allowed her to shrink her breasts at will, to hide their true size completely - that was unprecedented. Sure, there had been stories of people being able to temporarily compress objects to much smaller sizes, and a few about people who could suck certain body parts into themselves - such as the man who could retract his head into his chest like a turtle. But nobody who could truly compress their body like this, from what Adam had been able to discover.

And it wasn't as if Simone was really even compressing her breasts - when she stepped on a scale, the mass of her boobs did not register at all. And when he'd asked her once what they felt like when they were small (he wasn't allowed to touch them in that state), she said they felt just as soft as normal breasts, so it's not like her ability was making them any denser.

It was as if she was storing them somewhere entirely outside of this reality, he thought. Adam was decently smart, but he was no physicist. But his theory was that somehow, she was putting her breast mass into a pocket dimension of some kind. He'd only heard about pocket dimensions, and had no idea if they really existed, or how they worked. But it was the only thing that made sense of how she was able hide her boobs in plain sight, and walk around completely unencumbered by their vast weight.

Each of Simone's abilities were amazing enough - her growth was more potent than anyone else's, and her ability to shrink such an enormous mass, and to keep it hidden for months at a time, was beyond anything Adam had ever heard of. The fact that she could do both was nothing short of miraculous, and nobody else knew about it. Even Simone's sister Becky had only the slightest idea of her true breast size - when Simone had returned home from college, the official story was that she'd gotten a reduction, a development which had surprised no one.

He and Simone were the only ones who knew about her true form, and Adam was apparently the only one who was worried about the implications of her size. Simone seemed equally confident in her ability to keep herself hidden, as she was that endlessly growing bigger wasn't going to cause problems.

But her true size was already causing problems. That had been made abundantly clear to Adam two years ago, when she'd outgrown their bedroom, and even more so when she'd filled an entire luxury suite at a hotel, the last time they'd made love. Now, he watched as her boobs slowly shrank down again, anxious to see the full extent of damage from this current growth episode.

He glanced over his shoulder at his Range Rover parked on the dirt road leading to the campsite, and was glad to see that there was nobody coming down the road towards them, asking what all the noise was. But if someone was going to come check on them, they probably would've come earlier. Adam silently counted his blessings that they hadn't. They just had to make it a few more minutes, and Simone would be back to her usual size, her secret safe once more.

He wondered how long it had been since they'd arrived - 45 minutes? An hour? The sex itself had surely only taken 10 minutes or so, which was par for the course. The long gaps that they were both forced to endure between lovemaking sessions always turned them feral, and neither could last for very long before coming to orgasm. Of course, for Simone, the climax always seemed to be more focused around the growth itself, the last few times they'd fucked. Adam knew she loved him, but sometimes he got the feeling that she loved him more for the growth she experienced with him, than anything else. Especially when she was cutting loose, he sometimes felt that he was just a means to an end; a useful tool in her endless quest for bigger tits.

The minutes passed by as Simone's breasts gradually shrank smaller, and the smaller they got, the more comfortable Adam felt. It was like his connection to reality was stabilizing again, now that the urgency of finding relief for Simone had been alleviated. The past month, it had felt like her mental state was the only thing on his mind.

When they'd planned this excursion, he'd pushed for a longer intermission than they'd ever had before. He'd deliberately understated his true reasoning, which was that reducing the frequency of sex was best for Simone - but she never wanted him to pump the brakes on her growth, so that wouldn't have convinced her. Instead, he'd focused on the fact that he would be busy at work in the spring, that camping in a remote spot was the best way for them to fully enjoy themselves, and that early summer was the best time for camping, anyway.

Memorial Day had been as far out as he'd been willing to push for, and Simone had reluctantly accepted. From what he could tell, she didn't seem too worried about the long period for which she'd have to maintain constant mental effort to keep herself small. No, she just wanted to experience the growth sooner.

Adam had felt good about talking her into a long intermission, at first. As the trip approached though, both of them started to regret committing to such an extensive break. Adam felt pent up from wanting Simone's touch - it was hard being roommates with a girlfriend who, under no circumstances, could you come close to mentioning sex. But at least he could masturbate to experience some relief.

Simone, on the other hand, had no such outlet. The whole month of May, she had gone through wild mood swings, from snapping at Adam over innocuous questions, to pouting in her room, ignoring him completely. But what scared him the most was when she was horny. When that happened, the rational part of her brain short-circuited, and a few times she invited Adam to have sex with her, and damn the consequences.

On each of those occasions, Adam had immediately left, and didn't come back to the apartment until she promised not to ask for sex. Each time, he half expected to come back to a destroyed apartment, but she'd kept herself contained. By the last week of their hiatus, Adam was strongly considering moving up their time table, and just finding a big field somewhere. Maybe they'd get caught, but at least nothing would be destroyed. But a few days before the trip, Simone took the decision out of his hands.

To be continued...