atomicstgtf: Birthday Gift Lisa walked through the sunny, crowded city park reading the perplexing i
atomicstgtf: Birthday Gift Lisa walked through the sunny, crowded city park reading the perplexing inscription written on her birthday card over and over again. “Dear Lisa, Sorry I couldn’t come into town for your birthday this weekend but I know my gift will totally make up for it. I know it doesn’t look like much but this old coin has always granted my mother, sisters, relatives and I very good luck. I know you could really use some. Keep it in your pocket when other women are around. You’ll understand. It will all make sense. Love, Marilyn PS: Don’t get greedy! xxoo” “Sorry, but it doesn’t make sense, Marilyn,” Lisa said as she read the note for the dozenth time. “A good luck coin? ‘Don’t get greedy?’ Seriously, girl, I don’t get it.” Lisa pulled the coin out of her pocket. She was no expert but it did look vintage. Maybe late 1800’s? She had no idea. It was so worn that she couldn’t read the markings. It was brown, dirty and was heavier than the average coin. Other than its age, there was nothing outstanding about it. “You’ve never steered me wrong before, Marilyn,” Lisa thought to herself. She put the lucky coin back in her pocket and ventured further into the park. “'When other women are around,” she mumbled to herself as a herd of women joggers whisked by her. Lisa couldn’t help but admire them. Especially, the slower women in the back of the pack, their larger chests bobbing up and down wildly. They huffed and puffed as they lagged behind the fit, rail thin leaders. How could they keep up with such grand assets weighing them down? Despite her attractive face and body, Lisa lacked what she hoped to achieve once puberty hit: breasts. She loved her crazy growth spurt that left her with long, curvy legs, a nice round butt, and a flat, trim waist but hated that her chest stopped growing at 12. She barely fit an A cup on a good day and most of the time didn’t bother wearing a bra. Year after year, she had secretly hoped her boobs would catch up to the rest of her body. “Maybe a second puberty, just for my chest,” was a thought she’d have staring at her naked self in the mirror after a shower. But, all she was left with were small swellings adorned with large nipples. Now that she was turning 21, she had pretty much given up on having a pair of womanly breasts. “If only I had a fraction of what those women have, I’d feel a little more confident. I’d like to have SOMETHING to show off,” she thought as they ran away. She hadn’t noticed that the group had stopped a few yards away down the path to fix their shifting, ill fitting sports bras. Lisa walked to the large fountain at the center of the park and sat on its edge, resting her feet. She watched the women walk by, dressed in skimpy summer clothes, their bouncing boobs with deep cleavage that almost seemed to mock her. Every woman couldn’t help but adjust their bras and tops as they passed her by. “They’re everywhere,” she scoffed as she began to hunch over, her elbows resting on her knees. When Lisa sat upright, she felt the strangest sensation of her shirt pulling her down - some odd swinging tug that had never been there before. When she looked down to investigate, she almost fell back into the fountain in suprise. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was losing her sight. When she brought a hand to her shirt she gasped. She had something there. It wasn’t much but she could actually cup her chest. Boobs. She had boobs. “What the Hell,” she thought, trying to make her public groping as unnoticeable as possible. She squeezed her chest a few times and started to giggle as more of it squished between her fingers. She didn’t just have bigger boobs, she had bigger boobs that were growing in real time. “Marilyn, you crafty bitch,” she exclaimed. “I get it. I get it now!” Lisa didn’t care how it was working but she knew it was because of her present. Marilyn and her family all had huge tits and it was all thanks to the coin. It somehow had the power to take away the breast size of the women around it and pass it to its owner. “This is so fucking cool,” she said as she watched her minor swellings bloom slightly larger. Every woman that passed Lisa couldn’t help but bring a hand to their boobs as the fabric around them shifted ever so slightly. They had no clue that the tiniest, smallest amount of their breasts were magically leaving their bodies and transferring to hers. Lisa marveled at her heavier swellings and wanted to test something. She pushed her shoulders forward. “Ha ha ha! Cleavage,” she squealed as she felt her new additions touch each other for the first time. She began to turn a few heads. For the next five minutes, Lisa gazed down at wonder at her expanding breasts and loved every second of it. Her nipples grew, thickened and hardened as they brushed against her tightening top. Her budding tits transformed from small mounds to voluptuous boobs, their beautiful teardrop shape pushing outward - her cleavage deepening without her having to purposefully squish them together. They continued to expand, stretching the neckline of her shirt out, exposing more and more of themselves. She craddled them and chuckled as they overflowed generously in her palms. She gave them a small shake and release and was stunned at how firm and effortlessly they bounced on her chest, almost defying gravity. The stolen breast flesh flowed into her even more, her tits nearing the size of prize winning grapefruit. She couldn’t help but garner the attention of men and the occasional woman walking by. “Ok. Whoa. Maybe that’s too big. These are more than enough,” she laughed, staring down at her bigger than average tits. She stood up awkwardly and almost fell forward onto her face, the heavy foreign weight throwing off her balance. Minutes ago, Lisa was flat chested but now, she had the most perfect large breasts that sat marvelously on her body, jutting out beautifully with no sag, her size and deep cleavage just oozing sexiness. She looked down in and laughed when she saw and felt them jiggle and bounce with every step. She was stacked! Lisa walked out of the park, occasionally stealing a bit of tit flesh here and there, her breasts swelling larger and larger, surpassing the size of even the most well endowed pin up model. “Marilyn! What a birthday gift,” Lisa said, grinning from ear to ear and went out to shop for a brand new bra. -- source link