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“It’s a wonder more people don’t give thought to the nature of the virus,” began Dr. Collins, her high heels clacking as she walked out of the elevator doors. She was a good-looking woman, in perhaps her late thirties, and cool, collected, dispassionate to the sounds that could be heard through the thick glass windows around them. In utter contrast, her new assistant, Miss Banks, fresh out of grad school, was meekly following her, a clipboard in her hand, jotting down her every word. “Almost a hundred percent infectious, dozens of different individual strains, completely adaptable, unconquerable by almost any treatment. We’ve turned to quarantine and study, even as the majority of the world views this virus now as an unavoidable fact of life.”

Sector 1: Common Strains

“The first sets of windows,” she continued, gesturing offhandedly, “Are for the common strains. Some of these have an extended duration due to repeated exposure for study, not that the subjects seem to mind.” Miss Banks stopped, staring, slackjawed for a moment at a raven-haired woman sprawled out on the floor in her containment cell. Her cheeks moved and wobbled, clapping rhythmically, the motion surging through her thighs. She was clad only in a pair of soft, lacy panties, that Banks couldn’t help but think looked a little inviting, though she pushed her glasses up sternly and did her absolute best to maintain professional decorum. If she was going to be working around here, it wouldn’t do to lose her mind over the very most basic strains.

“Colloquial names are in abundance, and we use them as a common shorthand here,” continued Dr. Collins, her hand gesturing to the left and then to the right. “The so-called wobble strain, characterized by side-to-side motion. Banks took in a pear-shaped girl, bent over, presenting her ass to the glass, her black bra and panties straining under weight they clearly weren’t meant to contain. Banks bit her lip, doing her best to ignore the strain of jiggling cheeks against the soft satin. It wasn’t rare exactly to see infectees, but seeing them so close-up, enticingly, invitingly moving, while she was at no risk of infection herself presented an entirely different set of challenges, somewhat akin to binge-watching porn. She shook her head to clear it and turned to the other example.

Banks suppressed a groan of sexual frustration. The blonde was the largest she’d seen of the three subjects so far, her huge body devoid of clothing from the waist down, her soft body working from side to side, in enough mindless pleasure that her groaning voice was audible over the omnipresent clapping and slapping. Her soft booty wobbled from side to side, her pussy leaking, her body unwilling to stop, and clearly putting the subject in so much pleasure she wouldn’t have wanted to if she had been fully aware of her surroundings. Dr. Collins cleared her throat, and Banks reluctantly dragged herself away from the alluring view.

“Smaller, though no less pleasurable strains include the twitch strain,” she continued, gesturing to a girl crouched low. Though her face made no illusions about the pleasure she was experiencing, her motions were much more relaxed. Over a pair of stretched-tight and pulled-low yoga pants, the girl was rocking, her glutes tightening under rippling, abundant flesh, every bouncing beat giving way to only a small, needy twitch of her thick cheeks, her thighs straining from slight, slow-burn growth against the spandex. While far from the aggressive, ass-clapping movements of the other girls, it was likewise just as tempting to Banks, and while she managed to get her slack-jawed gawking under control, her eyes still lingered for several long moments. Her clipboard was entirely forgotten.

“Arrhythmic strains,” Dr. Collins continued, offhandedly. A series of three windows showed girls. The first was naked save for a pair of high-heeled pumps. Her weight shifted from side to side, almost as if in a wobble strain, but each cheek would tighten at the apex, into a solid, one-sided bounce, enticingly framing her needy, hungry-looking pussy. The rhythm wasn’t completely consistent either, and just when Banks found she had gotten used to the sight, it took on an exciting new sub-rhythm. Forcing herself to tear her eyes to the next window, she found a dark-skinned woman, bent over completely, her legs forced into full splits.

“Dancer,” Dr. Collins commented, and then coughed slightly. “Exotic dancer.” The woman’s cheeks rippled, her stretched and straining legs finding enough room to tighten and ease, raising each cheek in turn, bouncing them one at a time around her strained black shorts, completely swallowed in an avalanche of flesh. Her soft thighs overflowed her tight, higher-than-knee-high boots, a set of tattoos complimenting the risen swell of tantalizing flesh. Her hips vibrated slightly from strain, like tight-stretched violin strings being slowly plucked one at a time, and the loud, squealing moans just barely audible through the glass served only to compliment the image in Banks’ mind.

The last was the polar opposite, a comparatively small, porcelain-skinned girl sitting leisurely, though her eyes were staring far away, her mouth slack. Though she was comfortably seated, with a special-occasions thong adorning her cheeks, they still wobbled and rippled, pulling tight in an ungainly rhythm. First one, then the other, sometimes both, sometimes two or three bounces on one side in a row, she continued to wobble, her fetishized outfit straining to contain her curves. “Bachelorette party,” Dr. Collins commented. “She decided to perform anyway. I suspect the bride-to-be is still infected, and she passed the infection to her partner.”

“Some strains adjust physiology even further, adding more soft mass,” Dr. Collins commented, gesturing to the largest, most pear-shaped, most wobbling woman Banks had ever seen in her life, including today. The girl was enormously soft from the waist down, her cheeks were a soft, gelatinous set of pillows larger than her head, and her thighs only seemed to thicken slightly below them. Her plump flesh was almost devoid of muscle, and her legs were barely moving as she clapped and rocked. “We call it the tremble strain,” the Doctor continued. “Very little leg, pelvic or spinal motion required.”

Banks felt her decorum give up the fight entirely as she placed a hand against the glass, staring like a child on a field trip to the zoo. The trembling girl was so pillowy-soft and jiggly, her eyes were lost for almost a half minute in the sight of her rippling, abundant flesh. She scarcely knew where to look, every tiny movement rippled and cascaded across her body, her cheeks clapping next to soft jiggling thigh next to soft, squishy hips. Virus be damned, Banks wasn’t sure she would have been able to resist sinking her hands into the girl if she had seen that without an airtight glass seal between her and the subject, and it was only a polite cough from Dr. Collins that managed to get her to leave that window alone, though she made a silent promise to take a longer look later.

“And on the far-flung other side of the arrhythmic strains,” she continued out loud, “The, ah, constant clapping strain.” The thick girl on the other side was peering through her limp, dark hair, lips soft and shimmering and puckering slightly in time to the motion. Her massive cheeks were firm, supple and filled to the brim, completely tight with muscle and only a soft veneer of fat. The huge booty rocked and clapped, in a perfect, unbroken rhythm, her thighs working as her soft black onesie was completely and utterly swallowed by the soft curves of her body. Banks followed the motion, the two firm cheeks collinding and clashing together, surging upwards for the briefest of moments before dropping back down.

scarybabe:

Fuck yes that’s so hot!

ffagtg:

They’re called “love handles” because I love to handle them

onlythebiggestits:

aw that’s awesome that you want to go bigger :)) I usually do 2 massage techniques, I try to do them twice a day at least, sometimes I’m a bit lazy 😀 but it’s important to do them regularly. and just generally, when I’m on the computer or just chillin I usually play with my boobs (and this shows so much because one is a lil bit bigger than the other lol) and with my nipples, I’m sure this does help the growing too, but I just do it because it’s such a nice feeling lol. I also try to keep my nipples stimulated throughout the entire day. Important tip: as soon as you get the chance, don’t wear bras! like at all. If you have to, at work or stuff like that, buy a cup bigger than you actually are, so your boobs are not like all smushed by your bra. and also nice because it makes them already look bigger ^-^ If you can buy flaxseed oil for the massages and a breast pump, they’re not sooooo much important but nice to have 🙂  

here are the massage techniques

You should see results after a couple days, depends on how much massaging you’re doing. That’s “only” the swelling but if you keep going your boobs will definitely grow. I hope this helps and sorry the text got so long lol. If you see any results, let me know please 🙂