Author's Note: This is my short intro to the story. Read it if you want, or skip down below for the actual story. Of course, you'll probably read this anyway just because I went through the effort of writing it, or maybe because you see the words EXPANDING BREAST in caps or something. See, you're still reading. Any way, after reading Al's blurb on my last story (that would be Flat at a Gas Station), he ended it with the words "Don't Blink." Well, although that's not too bad, it made me feel like Arthur Dent after seeing the entry for earth as being "Mostly Harmless." So, instead of getting sad like my puppy just died or something (I don't get sad, even if my puppy dies, which I don't have one anyway, because he did, but he was very tasty), I instead channeled my energies into thinking, just how that phrase could be made into a story. On an extra note, after writing 4 pages, the machine I was using went down. I thought I had lost everything, since I had not saved. Luckily the machine saved the first 3 pages. Moral, save often. So now, after letting you read all the above crap, I present Don't Blink. And yes standard disclaimer. If you're too young to buy cigs or alcohol legally, well guess what kiddio, you're too young to read this, so go back to playing Nintendo or something. Don't Blink By Munch Wolf Donald yawned and stretched his arms. He felt as if a train hit him. Actually he wished a train had hit him, then he wouldn't be feeling much of anything, instead of this pounding headache. Just how much did he drink last night? He lost count after the sixth shot of tequila. He rolled over on to his stomach wishing it would just go away, but he was hungry. He knew he would have to get out of bed, crawl into the kitchen, and find something to fill his stomach, which he would most likely purge later. "Some food and aspirin," he said out loud to no one, "that's all I want." "Sure thing honey," came the voice from beside him in the bed. Donald blinked, and did a quick mental calculation. His apartment, one roommate, male. The voice was female. He flipped over to see who was in bed with him, and almost regretted it, as the pounding increased more. "Morning darling," said a female he could not recall ever seeing before. Just how much did he drink, he thought again. "Hello," he managed to utter back, trying to hide his surprise. She stood up. He noticed she was wearing his favorite shirt, the long T-shirt with the arms cuts off. He lifted up the sheets and looked down. He wasn't wearing anything. "What did you want?" She cooed at him. He just stared. She was beautiful, tall, thin. He could never imagine finding the courage to talk to a goddess like this, but to wake up next to her, and not even remember her name. He banged his hand against his forehead. "Aspirin," he muttered, "and some water." "Sure," she grinned, as walked out of the bedroom door. He heard water running in the distance. Was his roommate home, he wondered. What would he think? Donald sat up and looked around for some clothes to put on. He couldn't see any. He didn't even see any women's clothes. The pounding continued. "Ouch, my head. Do you recall how many shots I had last night?" He shouted toward the doorway. She walked back in, carrying a glass of water, and some aspirin. Something was different about her. "Does the one you spilled on my dress count?" She asked. Donald cringed. "I'm real sorry, I was out of sorts last night." "Out of sorts? Last night? I'm not sure I could handle you if you were at peak performance then," she giggled as she reached for his crotch. Donald threw the aspirin in his mouth and swallowed the water down. He looked at her again. Something was definitely different this time. He just wasn't sure what. "So what is it you want?" She mewed as she fondled his member through the sheets. Donald swallowed real hard. He tried to answer, but no words came out. "For breakfast silly," she said as she pounced upon him, throwing him back. Pressed against him, he noticed her breasts for the first time. They weren't particularly large, maybe a c-cup, but they stretched the shirt she was wearing quite noticeably. Why didn't he see them before, he thought. He looked up and noticed she was watching him stare, but didn't seem to mind. She bent down and kissed him on the lips. It felt like heaven. "How about I get breakfast started, and then I can come back and take care of your attention," she purred. The next moment left Donald blurry. She was up in a bound, and out of the door before he could blink. He reached up to his head. It was still pounding, but not as badly as before. He listened to cabinets open and close, and then the clicks of the gas oven being fired up. What was she doing? Who was she to parade around his apartment like she owned it? He was glad to have her there, whoever she was, but something about the situation felt wrong. He tried to remember last night. He remembered drinking, and hanging out with his roommate. What else? There was an important piece missing. He heard some more banging around in the kitchen. "Breakfast will be ready soon, darling," she called. He tried to stand up. He was still weak. He started to walk over towards the door, but stubbed his toe on something. He fell back down onto the bed, and mumbled some obscenities. "Are you all right?" Came the voice from the other room. He ignored it and looked down. It was a picture. He picked it up and looked at it. It was of him and his girlfriend at the park. "Shit!" He muttered. The girl poked her head back into the room. "I asked if you were all right," she stated, almost like a command. Donald quickly stashed the picture under the blanket, and tried to look innocent. The girl walked into the room and put her hands on her hips, looking quite authoritative. "Yes, it's just the headache. I tried to stand up." "Oh, you poor dear," she said, and came over to comfort him. "Well the food should be ready shortly, and I'll bring you a nice glass of orange juice as well. I noticed some in the fridge. That should help. And if you still have a headache after you eat, just let me know. I can think of a few more cures." She winked as she bounded back out of the room. Damn, he thought as she bounced away, I could have sworn she was a c-cup, but she looks more like a d. He then remembered the picture, and removed it from under the blanket. That's why he was drinking, he remembered. His girlfriend had called him last evening and dumped him for some jock. He wanted to forget his troubles, and swore off women. He looked towards the door. Guess that promise didn't last long. Donald put his head in his hands, as he tried to think. What happened last night? Maybe he could call one of his friends, ask them who this girl was, but who did he go with? He couldn't remember. "Breakfast is ready," came a voice from the doorway. He looked up, and was amazed. There she was, carrying a tray of pancakes, with a glass of orange juice, but he ignored all that. He was looking at her breasts. They looked like over-ripe grapefruits, pulling her shirt tightly. He could understand mistaking a d-cup for a c, but those, they were at least an f-cup. "Your breasts," he managed to stutter. "Yes, they are. Rather nice I think," she replied wittily, "So would you like something to eat, or shall I just stand here so you could stare at them?" "I'm sorry, really. It's just, are you all right?" He stated, finally looking up at her eyes. "Of course. I'm not the one with a hangover," she said, while sitting down. She placed the tray down besides him, picking up the orange juice. "Want some?" She cooed, leaning over seductively. Donald gulped. He still felt a slight pounding in his head, but he was also feeling a throbbing elsewhere. He took the glass from her and downed it. The cool liquid felt refreshing. His headache was almost gone now. He sighed in relief. He looked back at her. She was still leaning over seductively, while licking her lips. He looked down at her chest again, and dropped the glass. "Honey?" She asked puzzled, "What's wrong?" Donald continued to stare at here chest. It was most definitely a little bit bigger than it was three minutes ago. He continued to watch, but saw no signs of growth. She cleared her throat quite audibly. "Hello down there. I'm up here. Can I help you with something?" Donald looked up in to her eyes, then quickly down to her chest. No change. He looked back up again. "What's going on?" "You were sick. I made you breakfast. And," she paused, "I had hoped to continue from where we left off last night." Donald shook his head. "No, I meant what's going on with ...," he trailed off as he pointed to her breasts that now seemed even larger. She looked down, puzzled, and then smiled. "If you want me to take my shirt off, all you have to do is ask," she said, while reaching down to lift up her shirt. Donald watched as she pulled up. The bottom of the shirt barely able to get around her volleyball sized breasts. She threw the shirt off to the side, but Donald was still staring at her tits. They were larger still. He reached out, almost subconsciously, trying to make sense of what was happening. She moaned as his fingers touched her skin, but he ignored it. "Do you like what you see?" She asked playfully, arching her back. He watched as her breasts moved towards him, but they size. He reached with both hands, massaging, caressing her breasts. He couldn't feel them grow. They remained the same size. What was going on? "Yes," she moaned, "that feels so good. Don't stop." Donald stopped and looked at her. "Please," she cried, "that felt so good." She leaned forward and kissed Donald on the lips again. Pleasure of all sorts raced through his body. He still didn't understand what was going on, but it felt too good to stop. He reached around her, and pulled her close. The wetness of her lips tasted like honey, and the smell of her hair was like lilacs. If ever he wondered what angels were like, he would have to say she was one of them. They separated their embrace, and he looked at her again. As he expected, she was larger still, almost the size of twin basketballs. He looked up in her eyes. They seemed to glow green with passion. He felt the throbbing down below get stronger. He needed this woman. He needed to be inside this woman, and he knew she wanted him. Whether he leaned back, or she pushed him back, he wasn't sure, but she moved on top of him. She bent over, and started kissing his chest. He could feel her large breasts pressed up against his stomach and groin. He could feel them move around as she moved. She continued kissing, with the occasional bite, while moving down. She briefly licked his belly button, and he could feel his dick pressed between her breasts. He tried to thrust up, to feel his member between her mounds, but she had begun to move down again. He watched as she placed her lips against the tip of his member. The throbbing was even stronger. He did thrust, forcing his dick inside her mouth, and she greedily accepted. It felt like a thousand moist feathers were running against his penis. The pressure inside continued to build. He looked down and could almost imagine her breasts were even larger. He felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't hold out any longer, and then she reached out with her hand, wrapping it around his member, and squeezed. He shook violently as he tried to come, but couldn't. She was squeezing too tight. "Now you wouldn't be trying to cum before I do?" She asked teasingly. Donald groaned. The pressure was intense He wanted to release it. Donald just looked at her eyes, pleadingly. She continued to hold his member tightly, while she sat up. Her breasts were huge. She was barely able to lift them up. He continued to shake, trying to come, the pressure building more. Holding on to his member, she moved on top of him. He could barely see her face past her tits. "Hold on, dearest Donald. You'll get you chance. I just want to make sure I get mine as well." She removed her hand, and plunged down hard on his member. He almost came, but she clenched tightly with her inner muscles, not allowing him to come. Her breasts jiggled. Donald could only moan. She began moving up and down, still clenched. It felt better than any thing he had ever done. He looked up and couldn't see her face anymore, her breasts were in the way. He reached up and massaged them with his hands. They were soft, warm. It was an incredible feeling, to feel her riding his crotch, while having such a massive weight on his chest. He continued to shake, he wanted to come, and from her moans, could tell she was probably going to come soon. He tried pushing her breasts apart, to see up at her, but they were too big. He didn't know how big each one was, but could reach over and grab a nipple, which was about the size of his thumb. He did so, and she moaned louder. Donald grabbed tightly of both nipples, massaging them while she continued riding up and down on him. He pulled, stretching them, and could feel the wetness from her groin increase. And then she came. Shaking violently, pressing firmly against his member, he could feel her grip release, and he came as well. It felt incredible, like a valve had been released. He could feel himself spraying her inside. The intense pleasure continued, and he continued to pull on her nipples, which seemed even larger. Her breasts were threatening to bury him, but he was in heaven, thrusting harder, and deeper in to her. He could no longer reach her nipples, his arms trapped beneath her massive breasts. He was feeling intense pleasure, but was now starting to panic. He didn't think he could move her breasts, and knew the she couldn't. He squirmed, and pressed against them, trying to get free, but that only caused him to press deeper into her. He tried to shout out, but was muffled by the tit flesh. He pressed and squirmed, trying to dislodge himself from her. His panic continued until finally ... he woke up. Donald looked around his room startled. His blanket had ridden up, covering his face, and that's what he had been fighting with. It was still early morning, and he still had a hangover. He looked over to the side of his bed. Empty. He sighed a relief. Donald stood up and walked towards the bathroom door. He remembered last night clearly. His girl friend had dumped him, and he went to the bars to get drunk. He even remembered seeing that female, and spilling a drink on her, but she slapped him and walked out the door. He sighed. Aspirin is all he wanted now, and maybe some more sleep. He looked back at the bed. No, no more sleep for a while. He walked to the bathroom door. It was closed and there was a light shining beneath it. His roommate was home. He pounded on the door. "Hurry up," he shouted. The door opened, and there was the female, completely naked, holding some type of white tube. Her breasts were back to their originally a-cup size, and she was frowning slightly. "Bad news," she said glumly, "I'm pregnant." Donald's jaw dropped, and he blinked. He looked down at her mid section, and could have sworn her stomach had just gotten a little larger.