Monica James rolled over on her left side in bed and felt two large and heavy pieces of skin, pressing against one another. She woke up in a hurry and pushed her brunette hair out of her face, to find that she has grown boobs the size of basketballs on her chest. She sat up in bed and just stared at them as they jostled out of her chest like huge pointy footballs. Then she started to poke at them. They were very soft she though. Then she kneaded them in her hands realizing that she wished she had more hands because her breasts were too large for two pairs.
Monica has never been big breasted. At 18, she wore a small B cup if not A cup and has always wanted bigger boobs but knew she would never get them naturally. She knew if she wanted bigger tits, she would have to get implants. At least a large C or D would make her happy, but the boobs she was feeling on were a lot bigger then a C and a D. Possibly bigger then double Dâs.
Monica didnât want to freak out and wake her father up who she lived with since she was 6. Her mother had died in a car crash so her tall, bulky blue eyed father has always been taking care of her while living in North Carolina.
Monica never really had any problems except in school with other females, gossiping all the time and spreading rumors about her being a slut. Or guys were never really attracted to her because she was small breasted. Even though she was very pretty, her boyfriends would usually fuck her in the pussy while she still had her shirt on, not wanting to feel on her tits. But now, Monicaâs problems have been solved. Surprisingly, she felt no pain in her back. Her chest did hurt a little bit carrying the massive weight of her new melons.
She got out of bed in just long white T-shirt and cotton panties and walked to her mirror on the closet door to see just how far her new boobs stretched out from her chest. They stretched pretty far. Far enough that you could look under her shirt to see them looking like huge torpedoes on her chest.
âGod. What the hell has happen to me?â Monica said in disbelief.
She started to jump in place and watched her massive tits bounce. The flesh of her breasts rubbing against each other. Smacking her chest and the top of her stomach. Her boobs her so bouncy that they even connected with her chin a few times.
âWhoa! I better be careful. I can poke my own eyes out with these,â she said in a funny manner.
Monica was quite turn on by her new mammoth jugs. She just stared at them in the mirror while she was moving around, watching them sway back and forth in her shirt which was really tight around her boobs. The shirt felt like it was ready to rip out and free her gigantic tits. Medium holes were already spotted on her shirt near her armpits. She couldnât wait any longer and lifted the shirt over them. While doing that, the boobs lifted up too and bounced back down on her chest. It took about 30 seconds for them to settle back down.
Monica has really tan skin and always loved to tan a lot. She didnât wear bikini tops so her boobs didnât have those tan lines. So her huge tits were tan, toppled with large brown aureoles and medium sized pink nipples. Her tits did hang from her chest a bit but slopes out into round basketballs near her stomach. Monica was in awe at her new boobies.
âThis is great. I have big boobs. Finally. I have big boobies!â Monica said all happy while pinching her nipples.
âTheyâre sensitive,â she said as they started to become hard. The pinching and pulled started to turn her on and her cotton panties were damp. She felt the juices running down her long tan legs.
Monica wondered if her butt grew a lot bigger too. She drops her tits, causing them to slap into one another and her chest, to turn around and take a look at her ass. She actually grew a little bit more meat on her butt, but was still an average white girl butt.
âWell. I guest these new tits well do,â Monica said disappointed. âLooks like I have to go clothes shopping. With these new boobs, none of my old stuff well fix anymore.â
Monica didnât have anything to fix her new boobs. So she decided to go to her dadâs room and borrow one of his sweaters for the time being. She slowly creeps into her dadâs room down the hall and peaked inside his door. He was sound asleep. She let out a sight of relief because she didnât want her daddy knowing about her big boobs just yet. She tried not to make any noise and slowly open his door. She tiptoed to his closet and opens it to find a lot of long and big sweaters and shirts.
Unaware to Monica, her fathers had turned his head towards her and open his eyes to watch her. As soon as she lifted up her tore T-shirt, his eyes saw heaven. Not really getting a good look at the front, but he saw the sides of her massive tits and the fact that they bounced while she lifted the shirt. He felt his dick grown extremely hard.
She put on one of his sweaters and took another shirt for later and tiptoed back out of his room and into the bathroom to take a shower. Her mid 40âs yr old dad got up and closed his door while thinking, what a wonder day today well be.
Monica came out of the bathroom with her towel barely holding her boobs. The tops of her breasts were overflowing the top of the towel. She quickly made it to her room where she got dressed. Since she didnât have a bra to fit, she had to wear a plain white T shirt, a shirt with long sleeves and an oversized sweater to try and hide her new boobs somewhat but you could still see the football shape boobs on her chest.
She walked down stairs slowly, not to cause her boobs to bounce so much. She enters the kitchen where her dad was sitting at the table, drinking his morning coffee and reading the sports page. He was trying his best not to eye her gigantic melons. Monica had her arms folded over her chest to try and hide most of them.
âDaddy. I need the car because I really need some new clothes,â She said with her back turn from him.
âDidnât we go shopping last week sweat heart?â Her father replied.
âI know daddy but I really out grown most of my stuff already and I just need some stuff to actually fit me for my first day of college next week,â Monica rushed out.
âBut I need the car today because I have an important meeting today and you know how long you can shop baby girl,â Her father told her.
âPlease,â She begged.
âHow about I take you shopping again this afternoon myself and then drop you off at home?â He recommended.
âOkay,â Monica said agreeing.