orangeorc: Tara had never been intimidated or afraid of her little sister, Lindsey.Tara was living
orangeorc: Tara had never been intimidated or afraid of her little sister, Lindsey. Tara was living in the city, was almost a doctor, and engaged to a very rich man. Lindsey lived with their parents, went to community college, and far as Tara knew had no life and no friends. But now that Tara was visiting home for the first time in six months, she couldn’t take her eyes off Lindsey’s super-huge tits. Tara was a large C, small D, depending on the day- Lindsey was bigger than any porn star or stripper Tara had ever seen- and keenly aware Tara couldn’t stop staring. “Anyone still hungry?” asked their mother, oblivious. “I am!” chirped Lindsey, as her plate was refilled for the 5th or 6th time. “Always eating these days!” said their mother, sweetly. “Heavens knows where she puts it all!” “Oh, I don’t know…” said Lindsey, arching her back at Tara. There was a sound of fabric being stretched taut. “I have a couple theories.” As Lindsey stretched, her breasts just keep pulling her sweater tighter and tighter- protruding further and further from her chest. Tara could almost swear they were getting bigger and actually growing towards her. Lindsey giggled, almost like she could hear Tara’s thoughts. “I… uh… need a drink…” said Tara, standing up, and wandering into the kitchen. *** Tara sipped a beer in the kitchen. “What the hell is that girl eating?” said Tara, between swigs. “Basically everything!” chirped a voice from right behind Tara. Tara spun around, and with an embarrassing oof sound, bounced off of something big… and warm… and soft… Technically, two things. Lindsey giggled as her huge boobs jiggled heavily. She put her hands on them to steady her jiggling assets as Tara grabbed the counter and straightened back up. “You… really grew…” said Tara, hypnotized by them. “I know…” said Lindsey. Tara forced herself to look Lindsey up in the eyes, only to realize she had to look up a bit. “Oh, shit…” said Tara. “Don’t tell me you’re taller than me now too…” “Oh… I guess I am!” laughed Lindsey, looking Tara up and down, and unable to hide her smug little grin. “That would explain why these pants are so tight…” Tara looked down at Lindsey’s painted on, high-water jeans. “Are those my old pants?” “Yeah… I still wear some of your old pants… of course, I outgrew all your old tops months ago!” “I get it, you have giant boobs now. Where are mom and dad?” “Oh, they ran out of food for me on the table, so they went out to buy more…” said Lindsey. “I told them I was hungry, and they do whatever I want now. Everyone does!” “You ate all that, and you’re still hungry?” “Well, not yet…” said Lindsey sheepishly. “But I will be soon!” “What are you talking about?” said Tara. “What are you talking abo-“ Lindsey took a breath, and seem the thrust her chest out at Tara. Tara took a step back as Lindsey’s boobs actually seems to expand far enough to encroach on Tara’s space a bit. Then, Lindsey stuck her chest out more. And more. There were mild tearing and popping noises, as Lindsey’s stretching shirt started to turn transparent. “Look, Tara!” said Lindsey, as if Tara could possibly look at anything else right now. “I think… I’m getting… bigger!” Lindsey’s bosom rose to the level of Tara’s eyes and brushed Tara’s chin. Tara kept stepping back, but Lindsey’s boobs kept growing to fill her space. Tara heard more tearing sounds, and looked down to see her old jeans riding higher and higher up Lindsey’s legs, until they were more than halfway up the calves, and tore. Lindey’s hips flared out, wider and wider. Her butt plumped out behind, counterbalancing her giant breasts. Her thighs thickened, further shredding her jean. Miraculously, Lindsey’s bra held- but Tara could see a tide of soft breast flesh bulging out over the top, the sides, the bottom- it less resembled two cups supporting Lindsey than a belt trying to smash her down. Lindsey was six and half feet tall, and looming over Tara with a smug grin. Tara swore. “I was an M-cup this morning…” said Lindsey, swinging from side to side, sending her avalanches of cleavage jiggling one way, then the other. “But it’s much too small for me now… hey, cookies!” From her elevated vantage point, she could see all the snack food piled on top of the fridge. She stepped forward to reach them- and her basketball sized tits immediately smashed into Tara’s face, and smothered Tara against the fridge. “Oooh, and chips!” said Lindsey, snacking away as Tara thrashed and writhed against her smothering breasts. “And bread!” Lindsey munched happily away, acting like she didn’t even notice Tara down drowning in boobs just beneath her chin. Tara was actually close to passing out when Lindsey finally burped, licked her fingers, and stepped back. Tara fell to the floor, gasping for air. “Oh my god! Big sis! I didn’t see you down there!” said Lindsey, in mock surprise. “Although… should we really still be calling you ‘big’ at this point?” Lindsey stooped down, grabbed Tara by the armpits and lifted Tara up to eye level. Tara’s feet dangled more than a foot off the ground. “The important thing is I didn’t crush you! These things are dangerous! I mean, I’m just so big I can’t even-“ “Shut up, you stupid bratty cow!” said Tara, slapping Lindsey right on the boobs. Lindsey blinked, clearly startled, even as her huge boobs jiggled and easily absorbed the blow. Then, they kept jiggling. Then Tara felt herself being raised higher in the air, as Lindsey’s bra exploded with a loud “thwang.” Her breasts didn’t immediately drop, either- they actually puffed out, more than half a foot, as if if Lindsey’s bra had actually compressing them several sizes smaller. The last of Lindsey’s pants fell away. Even holding Tara almost an arm’s length away, her breasts were still brushing Tara. “Stop growing!” ordered Tara. “You’re too… fucking… big!” “I, uh… can’t!” snickered Lindsey. “Don’t get me wrong… I absolutely don’t want to stop growing… but I also kind of can’t. I- ouchie!” Lindsey finally dropped Tara, who crawled frantically for cover. Dry wall fell from where Lindsey’s head had hit the ceiling. Lindsey looked this way and that, trying to figure out where Tara was crawling too. “Where are you?” whined Lindsey, waving her arms wildly for balance. Her butt and hips and especially her breasts were so much bigger than she was used to, she could barely keep upright. “I can’t… see you over these things!” Outside, on her way to car, Tara saw her parents lugging the first groceries from the van they had packed with bulk food items. “Is that your sister yelling in there?” asked Tara’s mom, innocently. “Oh no, she sounds awfully hungry!” “Mom! What the hell?” asked Tara, shaking her mother by the shoulders. “She’s a monster now!” “Well! Just because you’re jealous, that’s no reason to lash out at me!” said mother, brushing past Tara and heading inside. Tara watched her parents shuffle inside, gave up on them, and ran to her car. *** Inside, Lindsey had grown to big too stand up, so was hunched on her knees, pouting. “We’re out of food!” she whined to her mother. “Poor hungry girl! Here!” said Lindsey’s mother holding up two jugs of milk. “You keep eating and getting bigger, sweetie, you deserve it.” Lindsey snatched the jugs, drank them both, and immediately resumed growing. Minutes later, her head exploded through the roof of her house, and Lindsey looked one way, and then the other. “Mom, did you see where Tara went?” she said, in a voice that woke the neighborhood. “She’s probably going back to that hotel, to meet her fiancé!” said mother. Lindsey spotted a flatbed truck full of food pulling up. “Mommy…. Is that for me?” she said, greedily licking her lips. “Sure is! You keep eating, honey, mommy wants you nice and big!” Lindsey shut her eyes, concentrated, and focused. “Get bigger… get bigger…” she said, trembling with exertion. Within seconds, her head shot up, and her weather balloon tits blew up, knocking out most of a wall and a third of the roof as Lindsey, forty feet tall, stepped out of her childhood home and into the street. She picked up the food truck, lifted it to her lips, and tiled it back… *** At the hotel Tara was relating what happened to her fiancé, Tony. “She was huge! And she kept growing! Like a… monster!” said Tara, hugging Tony close. “That sounds awful…” said Tony, picturing it. A moment later, Tara felt his erection pressing against her. “Tony! Gross!” she said, pushing him away. “She’s a freak!” “With giant boobs,” amended Tony. Tara prepared to tear into him verbally, but the hotel started shaking. “What’s that?” said Tony, looking around, confused. “Oh my fucking god, she did not grow again…” said Tara, looking around in horror. “HI, TARA!” boomed a giant voice that shook the hotel. “I GOT BIGGER AGAIN!” “Holy hell!” said Tony, pointing in terror at a giant eye peering through one of the far window. “Is that her?” “OOOH! YOU’RE FIANCE IS CUTE!” boomed Lindsey, almost a hundred feet tall, and stepping back so Tara could see more of her face out the window. “I HOPE HE’S NOT A BOOB MAN, OR ELSE THESE MIGHT MAKE HIM JEALOUS!” The hotel shook, and Lindsey giggled. “What the fuck!?” said Tara. The hotel shook again. “I’MMM…. GROWWWING… AGAAAIN!” boomed Lindsey, and her face slowly rose upwards, and out of view. Almost as soon as they could no longer see her chin, the wall between Lindsey and them started to crack. “Oh, fuck…” said Tara. “Her goddamn tits again! She’s growing… and she’s pushing them against the building as she grows!” “Wha?” said Tony. “She going to crush us with her giant freakin’ boobs!” shouted Tara, trying to pulling Tony to the door. “We have to run!” “No, I think I’ll risk it,” said Tony, flatly, as Lindsey’s soft chest meat started to break through the wall. “Seriously!?” Tony shrugged. Tara rolled her eyes and fled, as soon Lindsey’s tits were big enough to envelope and squeeze the top half the building. Tara made it out just inside to see the curvy skyscraper that used to be her sister titty-fuck and local landmark to death. “ARE YOU DOWN THERE, SIS?” boomed Lindsey, hefting the immense blobs on chest with a grunt and trying to stand up straight. “I’M STILL… GROWING… SO THAT MEANS… YOU’RE STILL ALIVE!” “She’s still growing… all of that, and the little bitch is still growing…” said Tara, more in awe that anything. Lindsey was leaning back, like Atlas trying to hold up two worlds on his chest. They were bigger around than her arms were long. Even the highest building only went up to her waist now. Her knees were shaking with the weight of her upper body. “I WON’T… STOP… GROWING… UNTIL… YOU’RE… SQUISHED!” said Lindsey, growing towards the clouds. Planes swerved and veered, and exploded against the side of her breasts without Lindsey even noticing. “SORRY TO EVERYONE IN THIS TOWN… WHO ISN’T TARA… BUT THIS IS HOW… I… CRUSH THE BITCH!” Lindsey lost her balance, and fell chest-first onto the city… *** Lindsey woke up, normal-sized, at the dinner table with her parents. “Lindsey? Wake up! Your big sister’s almost here!” said mother, tapping Lindsey on the shoulder. “Oh boy… big sister Tara, back to lord everything over me again…” she grumbled. Lindsey looked down, disapproving of her own chest. “I mean, I’m a C-cup now…” she said to herself, privately. “Maybe she got smaller some-“ “Hi everyone!” said Tara, bouncing into the room like a ray of sunshine. “I’m baaack!” Lindsey’s jaw almost hit the table. Every year Tara seemed to come back even bigger- but this year, Tara’s boobs had inexplicably grown to volley-ball sized mounds under her shirt. “Hey there, little sis!” said Tara, pulling Lindsey up from the table. “Give your big sister a hug!” “Fucking-“ started Lindsey, before being cut off by a face full of Tara boob. -- source link