"I had gone from a stick to absurdly stacked in just a few days."

I had gone from a stick to absurdly stacked in just a few days.

“So, I played volleyball all through middle school, high school, college, right? And not, like, casually, down at the beach with some friends on weekends or anything. I was in the gym every day, practicing, working super-hard on just absolutely dominating on the court.”

“And so I was eating a ton, in order to keep up my energy levels, but all that exercise kept me really skinny. And I’ve always been very tall – it’s why I was recruited to play in the first place; I was almost six feet tall in middle school and only got bigger from there.”

“So I finally hit senior year of college, ready to take on the world, when one Saturday at practice I completely blow out my ankle. Just, ruined. I’m benched for the rest of the year, probably never going to be able to play again, although the doctors didn’t think I’d have mobility problems.”

“It was weird having… downtime? Like, I’d been going so hard for so long that just sitting around and not doing anything athletic was nice.”

“But I still had those habits from a decade of working out, and so, I, uh, still ate a lot. But I wasn’t burning it anymore. Plus I was bored, and on campus, but couldn’t get around all that much, plus I couldn’t drink because of the meds my ankle injury had me on. So really all there was to do was go to class, sit in my dorm room, and eat at the cafeteria on my student meal pass.”

“I guess I had sort of resigned myself that I was going to put on a little weight, but I don’t think I’d realized just how, well, punishing I’d been to my body over the years, how much I’d been keeping the stream of puberty from taking the course it wanted to take. I mean, I knew I’d had a hell of a growth spurt – you don’t end up 6′11″ without going through a lot of hey nothing I own fits me any more, but I’d always figured I was just born to be a towering beanpole.”

“I didn’t even own bras that weren’t super-tight sports bras, which quickly became a problem. Apparently, my body just decided that it was finally time to turn all those calories I was still wolfing down into some serious tits! I got back from the hospital on Sunday, and by Tuesday I couldn’t fit what were by then probably C-cups into any of my bras, so I just went to class with my nipples poking through my t-shirt. I wish I’d thought to record the looks on some of the guy’s faces! Their eyes were right even with my boobs and were just glued to my new tits.”

“It wasn’t just my boobs that were growing, either. My thighs and ass were also rapidly piling on the pounds, all that food adding a nice layer of plushness to my already firm and fit derrière. I’d lie in bed and grab my butt and just be amazed that it finally had some jiggle instead of just being rock-hard with muscle.”

“By Friday, it was clear that not only was my body making up for lost time, I had always been destined to be an absolute titty queen. I was exploding out of the bras I’d borrowed from the bustiest member of the volleyball team, who I’d had to turn to since she was the only other girl on campus who had a band size even close to mine. Her DD-cups were way too small already, though. I had gone from a stick to absurdly stacked in just a few days, and what’s more, I was super-excited about it! I loved the stares I was getting from nearly every guy on campus, and the tents in their pants – but also some of the girls who I could see were consumed with both envy and lust for my crazy growing body.”

“I guess by that weekend, my boobs were probably around G-cup – I don’t know for sure, since I was way outside being able to buy off-the-rack. Being nearly seven-feet-tall really limits you in that regard. I spent the weekend eating and playing with my boobs, which – and I certainly didn’t expect this – were extra sensitive because of all the growing they were doing. My skin was all stretched out, after all!”

“Class on Monday was really fun. I walked into my first lecture looking like I’d stuffed two volleyballs down my shirt! Half the class looked like they wanted to jump me right then and there, and at that point I was so horny I probably wouldn’t have said no, but instead I kept myself composed and just squeezed my now huge ass into the same seat as always, next to two fellow volleyballers.”

“Sandy and Julie were both blown away by my transformation. Just two weeks ago I’d been the skinniest girl on the team, and now here I was with breasts bigger than their heads! And my tight t-shirt (although now for me there wasn’t really any other kind) showed off every inch.”

“‘Can you two come back with me to my dorm room?’ I asked at the end of the lecture. I knew that they both didn’t have class after the lecture, and both readily agreed. I also knew they were both dyed-in-the-wool breast-loving lesbians, so there was no way they were going to pass this up.”

“Sure enough, as soon as I closed the door to my dorm room and whipped off my shirt, they were mine. Sandy in particular was fawning over my massive boobs, sucking and licking like a woman possessed. I swear she had a little orgasm when I told her I was sure they were still growing, too.”

“We fucked for the rest of the day and into the evening, stopping only to rehydrate and get more food for me to eat. I was a growing girl, after all, and wanted to make sure my body got all of the nutrition it needed to blow my boobs up as big as possible. Eventually, the three of us just passed out in a tangle of limbs and tits, utterly exhausted.”

“So that’s the story of my boobs. I coach volleyball now instead of play it – the reason is obvious if you take even one look at me. Sandy and Julie are still my favorite partners, but my sexual appetite is voracious; I’m always happy to welcome a new partner into my bed.”

“And how big am I now? It’s silly to even try and fit breasts like these on a body like mine into something as limiting as bra sizes, but if you do the math, there’s something like a 54-inch difference between my band size and my bust size; I’m literally twice as big as the alphabet!”

“Sometimes, when they get in the way, or they feel extra heavy, I wonder if I’d have been better off without them, but then I squeeze them between my arms again, and am reminded of just how much I love being this absurdly big. It’s the sexiest thing in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”