I was reading some of the old “Dr. Hooters” chapters last night – which date from about 15 years ago – and really enjoyed some of the growth scenes. Here’s the one from chapter 49 where Candy starts growing:
Candy started walking back into the building, and, when the sun hit her full force, it felt as though she was going to melt clean away. Something surged inside her, leaving a clean, tingling feeling in her fingers, her toes, and, oddly enough, at the tips of her nipples, which she could feel stiffening under her bra.
Setlled back into her desk, Candy began typing again. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her bra, which had inched its way down her arm slightly. A minute or so later, it had done so again, and this time Candy found she could no longer pull it back up onto her shoulder. Then the strap on the other shoulder fell too.
Her bra felt tight, and it rubbed where the band fit around her ribs. She scratched there tentatively, and felt what seemed to be a whole new fullness there. Looking down, she saw that her V-neck, which that morning had revealed only the merest hint of cleavage between her breasts, was about half full.
Her breasts were growing!
She felt another surge as her dress lifted again. Her bra by this time was uncomfortably tight, and she realized she had to make a run for it. Phoning her supervisor, she fabricated some lie, and got the rest of the day off. By the time she got to the front door, her breasts had pushed the bra up into her V-neck where it hung like a wounded animal.
Climbing into her red Mustang, she managed to unhook the now-useless bra and throw it into the back seat. She sure wasn’t a 34C any longer. Her new breasts crushed against the steering wheel as she bent over to put the key in the ignition, and she unbuttoned her dress in the back to give her swelling tits some breathing room.
The dress tightened around her as she drove, and with a mighty effort, Candy was able to wiggle out of the casing allowing her a clear view of what had transpired. Her breasts, once the size of good sized apples, had almost tripled in weight and mass, until now she had a couple of good-sized honeydew melons shaking and jiggling away on her chest. The rosy nipples had grown as well, until now they were the size of chalk bits, set in pinkish areolae the size of coffee can lids.
Candy let out a war whoop as she turned down the beach road. “Bi-i-i-g tits!”, she yelled, to no one in particular. “I got bi-i-i-i-g tits!”
These chapters are all over the net – just search for ‘em.