Pass-Through
I don’t think this is exactly what you had in mind. 😈
“So you’re telling me that every woman in the family has magic boobs?”
Chelsea’s mother’s face screwed up into a grimace. “It’s not magic, sweetie, we just have very specific metabolisms.”
“But it’s boobs. Everything we eat goes to our boobs.”
“…yes.”
“Like, everything. So if I ran out and ate, like, an entire chicken–”
“Yes. Anything that didn’t go toward your daily average caloric intake would end up in your breasts. But it’s more complicated than that and there’s plenty of blah blah blah blah blah.”
Chelsea stopped listening as her mother droned on and on about how self-control was important and a girl needed to have strong self-esteem about her body no matter what its shape and a bunch of other boring stuff like that. Instead, she was working out how to shovel an absolutely enormous amount of food into her body in the shortest amount of time.
“Oh! I said I was going to meet Suzie for a school thing!” She said, standing suddenly. “It’s really important for… social studies. Group project. Gotta run.”
“Ok, but remember what I told you!”
“I will, love you mom,” she said, giving her mom a brush on the cheek as she hurried out of the room and over to Suzie’s place.
“Are you sure about this?” The two girls stood in front of an absolutely dizzying array of take out food. Chelsea had convinced Suzie to put her emergency credit card to work, since it was obviously of the utmost importance that they test out this crazy new ability that Chelsea apparently had.
“If not, and my mom’s just gone nuts, then at least I’ll have a really good meal!” With that, she dove into a extra-large everything pizza and started stuffing it into her face.
Within minutes (and two pizzas later), the pair got to watch as, instead of her stomach stretching outward with food, Chelsea’s boobs began to strain against her blouse. Eyes popping out of her head, Suzie started helping Chelsea stuff even more food down her gullet, as Chelsea pulled off her shirt and bra and let her (now hefty E-cups) breathe.
A course of lo-mein and orange chicken pushed her past G-cup. Chugging four liters of soda in under three minutes helped her breasts get past J-cup. An entire rack of ribs disappeared into her mouth two at a time and left her with (barbeque-sauce-smeared) M-cups. And all the while, her midsection stayed trim and slender.
“It’s like magic!” Suzie said, playing with Chelsea’s vast bust as Chelsea wolfed down the last of the take-out. She was absolutely enormous now, her breasts each the size of prize-winning pumpkins and far beyond any reasonable bra-size, filling her lap and spilling over her arms as she tried in vain to reach her aching nipples.
“They feel a-MA-zing,” Chelsea said, a loud burp escaping from her mouth as she spoke. “I’m like a fucking goddess!”
And just as Suzie was going to suggest that they call over Cliff, Chelsea’s long-time crush, to see what he thought of maybe dating a girl with the largest boobs in the world, a weird look passed over Chelsea’s face.
“What’s wrong?” And then Suzie heard it: a low, insistent gurgling.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom.” Chelsea said, groaning slightly.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” Suzie called through the door to Chelsea. “You’ve been in there for two hours!”
“I’m – ooooh – fine,” Chelsea called back. “I just know now what mom meant when she said it wasn’t – augh – magic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everything I ate’s gotta come out eventually!” She flushed the toilet again, and groaned. She was only back down to an T-cup!