MidReal Story
Inflated Desires
Scenario: My wife's breasts inflate to bolt on fake, EE breasts, from her natural b cups, rapid breast expansion
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I was enjoying a quiet evening at home with my wife, when she suddenly stopped talking to me, the look on her face turning into one of horror.
Emily’s tits are swelling!
Those words ran through my mind, but I didn’t say them out loud.
When it first began to happen, I thought Emily was playing a joke on me.
My wife had always been slim and pretty, with a modest B cup bust.
Only in that moment, her breasts weren’t so modest anymore, in fact, they appeared to be anything but real.
They’d blown up like balloons, or bolt-on EE’s, and it only took fifteen minutes for them to go from their natural size to their new, enormous size.
Emily stared down at her chest in shock, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening to her own body.
“John,” she said, her voice trembling.
She was sitting on the couch beside me, hugging herself tightly like she was trying to keep her breasts from falling off.
“Help me!”
Her voice was full of panic.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
I didn’t know what to do.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest, “but we’ll figure it out together.”
She looked back down at her chest and let out a sob.
“It’s like I’m watching a horror movie or something,” she said, although I could tell that wasn’t how she really felt about it.
I took her into my arms and held her.
“It’ll be okay,” I whispered into her ear.
“I’m here for you.”
She laid her head on my shoulder and let out another sob.
I held her tightly and stroked her back as she cried.
I didn’t know what else to do.
I was as scared as she was and didn’t have any more answers than she did.
Her body continued to change as we sat there.
The nipples that had once been small and pink were now long and thick and poking out of the fabric of the shirt she wore.
The areolas they sat upon had also expanded from the size of a quarter to the size of a Frisbee.
Emily’s nipples were now pointing up and out, as if they were looking at the ceiling.
“Ow,” she said.
“They’re so heavy!”
“I know,” I said.
It was one thing for her breasts to have gotten bigger, but they looked so big and heavy that I was starting to worry about how she’d be able to support them.
I didn’t know what else I could do for her.
“There’s something wrong with me!”
she sobbed into my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
“But I don’t want you to see me this way!”
“I’m your husband,” I said.
“I love you no matter what.”
I continued to hold her as we sat there on the couch.
I wasn’t sure what was going on or how we were going to fix it.
All I knew was that my wife needed me and I was going to be there for her.
I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next and how much more her body would change.
I loved her and was going to be there for her no matter what.
But I couldn’t help but wonder how we were going to get through this.
they grew, skin taunt, describe the bra, and top giving way, her horror changing to pleasure, as her mind started to simplify, her libido soaring as she was turning into a bimbo
I woke up the next morning to find that Emily had fallen asleep beside me, her head lying on my shoulder and her huge new breasts pressed against my arm.
I’d seen them enough times the night before that they weren’t quite as shocking anymore, but I still couldn’t believe how much bigger they were than they’d been when we’d gone to bed the night before.
They were enormous—big enough that they almost didn’t seem real—and their weight made it hard for Emily to sleep on her back, so she’d rolled over in the middle of the night and fallen asleep on her side.
Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she took and I could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against my arm as she breathed out.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I’d gone to bed last night with the same wife I’d woken up with for the past six years and now she was different, changed in a way that I could never have imagined.
The whole thing was insane and I just couldn’t get my head around it.
I tried to wake her up so we could talk some more, but she was out cold and I didn’t want to disturb her.
I kissed her on the forehead and got up so I could start breakfast.
There wasn’t anything else I could do except try and be supportive and show her how much I loved her.
She needed me now more than ever and I was going to be there for her.
It wasn’t until she came into the kitchen half an hour later that I realized how much she’d been hoping things would go back to the way they were.
Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and when I saw her looking at the coffee pot on the counter and then down at her chest, I knew what she’d been hoping.
The changes hadn’t gone away and they weren’t going away.
They were permanent.
I watched Emily’s face fall from disappointment to despair in less than a second.
“John,” she said in a trembling voice.
“It hurts being like this.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
I’d seen for myself how much her breasts had grown and how heavy they were, but I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have them attached to my chest.
“I don’t know what to do for you,” I said.
“I don’t know what’s happening or how to make it stop.”
“You don’t understand,” she said in a hoarse voice.
“I don’t know if I can be this way.If I can live like this.”
I didn’t know what to say to that either and I was starting to worry that she was right.
I didn’t know if anyone could live with a body that had changed so radically in a single night.
Emily looked down at her chest like it was something separate from her and let out a sob.
I saw the tears welling up in her eyes again and realized that her panic was increasing by the moment.
She was a woman who’d always been a little insecure about her looks who had woken up this morning looking like a porn star with a body that wasn’t hers and there weren’t any answers available to explain why.
she started to shake, not from being upset, but it's as if a switch was flipped in her mind, she started to feel good really good, her eyes blank, as her IQ suddenly dropped, her libido soaring, she wasn't sad anymore, she was horny
And then, with a sudden flash of inspiration, I knew what to do for her.
I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, holding her close as she continued to look down at herself.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said soothingly as I started to rub her shoulders gently.
“Let’s see if we can make you feel better.”
She let out a sigh as my hands worked up and down on her shoulders, loosening the muscles that were tight from having had so much weight on them for so long.
“It feels so good when you do that,” she murmured softly.
“It feels good when you touch me like that.”
“I want to make you feel better,” I whispered as I leaned over so that my lips were brushing up against her ear.
“You deserve to feel good.”
Her breathing started to become more ragged as I continued to rub her shoulders and then I felt her hands moving over my forearms as if she was trying to push me away from her.
“John,” she said breathlessly.
And then she let out a shriek as her breasts suddenly grew larger in my hands.
I took a step back as the weight of her new O cup tits caused her to fall forward and she barely managed to catch herself before she landed face-first on the kitchen counter.
I watched in horror as her breasts continued to grow larger and larger, somehow already bigger than they were before, and it was clear that Emily wasn’t going to be able to hold them up much longer.
She looked down at her chest and then over at me, her eyes wide with panic.
“What’s happening to me?”
she asked in a voice that was starting to become shrill.
“These aren’t normal.
How much bigger are they going to get?”
“I don’t know,” I said helplessly.
“Maybe we should call the hospital.
We need to get you checked out and see if there are any answers for you.”
“I think that would be a good idea,” she said as she looked away from me and then back down at her enormous chest.
I could see tears starting to well up in her eyes again, but she quickly blinked them away as she seemed to remember something else.
“What am I supposed to wear when we go out?”
she asked in a small voice.
“You’re not going to expect me to go out like this, are you?”
“You can wear my shirt,” I said quickly.
“You can put on one of my shirts and we’ll stop at the store on the way so you can get something more appropriate to wear.”
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
“I guess that will work.”
She looked away from me again and I could see her staring at herself in the reflection of the oven door.
I knew it was going to be hard for her to leave the house looking like this, but I also knew it was important.
She needed to get help and find out what was happening to her.
I knew people would look at her, but I also knew I would be there for her every step of the way.
I loved her more than anything and I would do anything for her.
People might call her names or make fun of her, but I wouldn’t let them hurt her.
I cup the flesh, working the nipples
She let out a sigh and then she stood up straight so I could see the full extent of her body.
Her breasts were massive and round, like two perfect watermelons that sat high on her chest.
Her nipples were long and thick, pointing straight ahead like two index fingers.
It was strange to see her like this, with such long nipples on top of such huge breasts, but she seemed to be getting used to it.
Her back wasn’t even arched at all, so the weight couldn’t be bothering her too much.
I had no idea how she was dealing with it, but I did know that she was beautiful no matter what size breasts she had.
They didn’t matter to me at all.
It was who she was on the inside that counted, not what size bra she wore or how sexy she looked in a low-cut shirt.
“I’m ready to go,” Emily said after a few minutes.
“My back is starting to ache from all this weight and my nipples are really sensitive now.”
I could tell that the change in nipple size had something to do with it because they were poking out like two fingers instead of laying flat against her skin.
“It’s like my body isn’t my own anymore.
It’s like I’m watching someone else’s life in a movie.”
“It’s going to be okay,” I said again.
“I’m here for you and I’ll take care of you no matter what.”
“I know,” she said softly as she took a deep breath.
“It’s just that this is more than I can handle right now.
I think I’d feel better if we could figure out what’s going on and why this happened.”
“I think so too,” I agreed.
“I’m sure the doctors will be able to help you figure this out and then we can put it all behind us.”
“Yeah,” she said.
“We can put it all behind us.”
And then she looked over at me and I could see that she was crying again, but she was trying to hide it.
“It’s just that this is really serious and it’s not something that’s going to go away on its own.”
I knew she was right, but I didn’t know what else we could do about it.
“Let’s get you checked out and then we’ll go from there.”
“All right,” she said as she looked over at the jewelry box that was sitting on the counter next to her.
“You should open your present from me first,” she said, looking over at the package.
“Oh, you already opened it?”
she asked in a surprised voice.
I’ve been so distracted by everything that’s been happening that I didn’t even notice.”
“Well, let’s see what it is then,” she said as she tore away the wrapping paper and opened the package.
