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This story is lightly based on a sub story in Dragon Quest XI. I wouldn't consider them spoilers myself, but some locations and names get mentioned. If you're sensitive to very light spoilers from DQXI don't read this (unless you've reached the outer sea). This story contains adult themes and breast expansion. Do not read if you're not 18 or if you're not into BE. Otherwise I hope you enjoy your read!

Act 1:

Come and listen to what I tell. It’s a story not known well. One of culture, on of rhyme, one of a very different time. A culture unbeknownst to thee, for we do live within the sea. It’s a tale from long ago, from an eon you don’t know. And maybe most importantly, it is a story about me.
Maybe now you wonder if this tale is eons old, how can I be so involved. I will tell you how I can, live both now And back then. Simply my people live longer than you men, not just one, but even ten. For 500 years is an age we see, an age that happens regularly. But you don’t have it bad, for there’s a part that’s pretty rad. For in every man shines a light, that is like the sun so very bright.
Though I wish you could think of us better to. Not just a story for a scary boo. The myths that you have made of us, are nothing more than just big fuss. Stories based on fears and lies, painting us worse than diseased mice. Like the sea men who say this, “they will kill you with one kiss.” And then there is the tale of sweet Michelle. “She steals your soul” they tell. But like queen Marina has told me, Michelle was the kindest of the sea. A story for another time, since it’s far from what is mine. I never even met her see? She passed before my mother laid egg-me.
Oh yeah, that’s another cultural thing, that our body shapes do bring. Having a pregnancy like mankind would be quite a fail, considering our fishy tail. Instead we produce like most fish do. It’s why spotting merman is hard to. They look very differently, than the mermaids including me. Mermen and maid don’t see each other much. We mermaid prefer the softer touch. In intimacy and cuddles we prefer the soft skin puddles. This is why some want a man, to hold and love when they can. Others take a route like me, and spoon with other mermaids in the sea.
Just romantically it feels so well, back when into her arms I fell. Azura is now my little shell, or “my girlfriend” in your human tell. But it’s more a practical thing than heavy and hot, having a companion just helps a lot. Many of us will date this way, finding a human can cause much dismay. For I’ll repeat one final time, humans don’t consider us worth a dime.
There’s also one last thing you need to know. Before we start my story though. It’s more or less crucial to understand, to follow my actions at hand. Our people put much value in their chests. Just look at the bras in which they rests. Elaborate, detailed, and hand-made; to accentuate that boobs are great. Azura made me mine, one that looks so hella fine. Though her making involved a lotta touch, something I won’t complain about much. Her lovely crafted piece of purple and white, fits me perfect, none too tight.
But this isn’t a store about bras and so. My story is of a slightly different flow. We put much value in our chest, and I wanted to have the very best. Though I don’t really need to ‘win’, bigness just attracts my fin. So mermaid average is not enough for me. So I set out to explore the sea. Though not for views of any kind, just bigger boobs were on my mind. I had a goal fully set, and I wouldn’t stop until it was met.
Although Azura liked my goal, there was one thing in her soul. She’s alone whilst I travel, and there’s the risk I’d be eating gravel. She was worried about me, but she knew boobs had to be. So she packed a special bag for this separated time. With goods and valued relics of mine. A little carrier with all I’ll need, to finish my important deed.
But even whilst being perfectly packed. There’s a problem for getting stacked. Fish don’t really no boobs well, so the solution they can’t tell. And underwater not many tit owners around. And those that are, are Nautica bound. So all sea options I already know. All swim in my hometowns flow. So I had to look above the water, but looking there is not much smarter. As I said men and mermaid don’t mix, but only mankind can grant my titty fix.
So I had to travel to the land above, for those boobies that I love. Careful swimming filled with fear, I surely kept my spear near. Searching for boats not to great. I don’t want to suffer a dreadful faith. So only small ships I swam to. Ones without weapons that can cause a booboo. And only if they’ll hear me out, I will tell them why I’m about. So to those who only scoff me off, I’ll become some tale and that’s enough.
On rocks and shores I waited long. Hiding when I expect one would do me wrong. But on occasion some would listen to me, and on the strands I let them be. Before the telling became a must, I established some mutual trust. Mankind easily persuaded by free food, so I gave them some to level the mood. Only then I sang my song, how I wished for boobs to which I belong.
Most laughed it off and said they’ll see, if they could be helping me. But to them my wish was just a joke, with every laugh my heart broke. “Suuuuure, we’ll see what we can do. But such magic is a bigger myth than you.” Or at least that’s the basics of it. Even to mages tits didn’t seem to fit. Many told me to just give up, that I’ll never get a bigger cup.
But regardless of all that was said, I still believed in my quest. No matter what, I must must must grow my chest. Though my hopes were getting low. New ships and people would still show. And to everyone who would hear my tale, I shared my heart without fail. Though I was much surprised when I found, the one who would help me get more round. His ship was attacked near my hiding place, by a monster they were too weak to face. I knew I needed to send some aid, to help them against that gruesome raid.
So with my weapon on I went, trying to offer a helping hand. Fighting this kraken alongside, those to whom I’d usually hide. One conjured fireballs from thin air, others used their swords to fight those tentacles everywhere. All were surprised when I showed, some even scared. But that faded since the fight was shared. So alongside them we fought of the beast. After which I’d invite them to a feast. All in hopes someone could help me to, just as a thank you would very much do. That was my single bravest day, caused by desperation and dismay.
But my bravery was rewarded at last. Thanks to the guy who had that fireball cast. Turns out he is in fact a sage, one of surprisingly young age. So I asked and begged if he could help my quest, to increase the size of my chest. His mates and he were taken aback, by this desperation for a bigger rack. But in the end they agreed, to help in my time of need.

Quietly I waited for days, weeks and a season change, whilst these adventurers searched all this worlds range. I was scared they had forgotten about poor ol’ me, maybe they thought they should leave that Marella wench be. Those dark thoughts did sometimes pop in my head. Missing Azura can definitely do that. I thought about swimming home often enough, but instead I just sang about my love. So close to getting massive tits, I couldn’t shred that chance into little bits. Though after many lonely nights that ship returned, with something that sage learned.
Excitedly he came to me, having found the way to be. Together with a bard he made, a powerful magic serenade. Turns out this bard had the same quest, one she had yet to lay to rest. So with magic this sage infused, an instrument the wisher used. But that bard arrived so flat, but they had a reason for that. Mermaids are known for their voice and song, so with extra power it should not go wrong. Just alone it might just fail, that would’ve been a sad end to this tale.
In good faith before we did start, I needed to grab a gift from Azura’s sweet heart. She had woven me a new bralette, just in case my goals were met. So in good faith of this spell, I changed to this outfit that did not fit well. Even my boobs and nips did show. Now the mage and bard did know, how badly I needed for them to grow. Compared to Mathilda the bard, I didn’t need this nearly as hard. But we had the exact same dreams, so both quickly relaxed their eye beams.
Instead I sang to all my heart’s content, whilst Mathilda played that lyre in her hand. And as that music started to flow, slowly we did indeed start to grow. I almost lost my voice in disbelief, but I needed to grow much more for my mischief. I didn’t even fill my new bra yet, so I still needed to reach a goal I had set. So steadily I went on, even with closed eyes. Only feeling skin that stretched oh so nice. Mathilda had similar struggle keeping her excitement in, but we couldn’t stop the song and throw potential progress in the bin.
In due time that bra got filled, and soon after my boobies spilled. That bra was only the first goal I had. Stopping now would leave me sad. But that journey already was something else on its own. That ecstatic feeling which is only by two now known. Before I even filled my bra, Mathilda shirt did the rip and tear, revealing boobs that were just oh so fair. The soft skin had me just in an endless stare.
My own tits just went full squish, filling that bra, like an extra large dish. I couldn’t wait to show off to my sweetie, Although showing them in her work was not meant to be. As quickly as it had fit oh so well, my boobs just continued to swell. Spilling on all sides of the strap, transforming that bra in a booby trap. Up, over and to the side, it was clear that boobs would not hide. And as I sang even further, the straps of my bra started to feel like murder. My girl knew how to weave for a pretty show, but this bra became more painful than you will know. My boobs looked like they spilled into an extra set, hiding the straps beneath their fat.
Until one moment they went like Snap! And suddenly boobs rested in my lap. They lashed out harder than I thought they could, definitely harder than they should. But with the weight dragging me to the ground, I had to stop before becoming earthbound. Living in water makes one feel light, so on land weight could be an extra fight. And now with boobs that hit the sand, I couldn’t risk having to stay on land. Mathilda definitely had the stronger back, she could still stand with her rack. Though the lyre didn’t have much room, now that her tits had grown like boom.
Though the big release as the bra fell, felt so good with how I did swell. Just all that tightness disappeared in a big release, my booby lust for now at peace. I couldn’t wait for Azura’s plan, of what she’ll do and what she can. Both the spoon would be so much better, with pillows bigger than cups of a single letter. And any touching or dressing would be a sight, and with Azura’s touch it would now feel right.
Amazed we stood and cheered among, with the chests we wished for oh so long. Nobody expected any of this to work, even the sage thought it was gonna be a failed qwerk. So as he’s stunned and as amazed as we, he asked himself if it truly could be. To prove it he asked if he could touch, which I found a bit much. Though as he found the spell it’s kinda fair, luckily about touching Mathilda didn’t care.
Although soon she would do so much more than care, the sound she made forced me to stare. With a ruggish check to make sure they’re real, Mathilda knew this was a fantastic deal. The sage was not careful, not even close. However Mathilda needed that touching dose. As her sounds had made it clear, she was one heck of a boob loving dear. And I must say she looked truly wonderful, boobies that big are never dull. Her entire torso had vanished from sight, behind that lavish booby light.
But there was more that made her glow, even before she did grow. A soft warm face, a top now with exploded lace. A once complex outfit she had on, now was largely just gone. And her hair of gorgeous shining black, absolutely complimented her massive rack. Overall maybe not as gracious as mermaids can be, but I do adore her energy.
“Marella!” She begged, “Please!! Make me bigger, put my mind at ease.” Even now with the boobies we adore, Mathilda’s mind was definitely on wanting more. But without someone with a pure voice, it seemed she had relatively little choice. But to comfort her we struck a deal. Since I know that greedy feel. In a year we’ll again gather here. And I’ll try to fix it for that dear. If I found someone wishing for booby, I’ll make sure they too will get to be. Since this engagement needs three parts. A pure voice, the special lyre, and two hearts filled with desire. And who know, maybe by that time, I want bigger ones to be mine. So outs enough, just not right now, I first need to figure out the best way how.

Act 2:
Man it has been a heck of a year. Not only did I meet travel partners to see the world with, rekindled my true passion for performing and met the man I believe is the love of my life, I also managed to work out some body issues. I would say it’s nothing short of the perfect year, but today I’m aiming for the start of an even better year.
Today marks the one year anniversary of meeting Marella, the girl who makes dreams come true. Although maybe that’s a role more accredited to my loving boyfriend. Who manages to arrange pretty much everything that made this year so fantastic. He is the one to enchant my instrument, he’s the one who arranged everything, he’s the one who essentially conjured me a pair of boobs. Plus without him there wouldn’t be travel companions or a loving boyfriend in sight.
And now we set foot on that same beach as last year. I was not so proud of how much I begged for more, but can you really blame me? Learning to play my Lyre with these melons was easy and they’ve improved everything in my life. They’re fun to show off, they’re fun to shashey and they’re just so BIG! But come on, if just this can improve my life lots, imagine what more could do. Now it’s just hoping mermaids are more trustworthy than the stories say.
Nervously I waited together with my man in hopes Marella kept her promise. I paced the entire beach. At least it had a view that was mesmerizing. Overall a very lovely island to come to. Though there is no time to relax! I need tits and I need them bad.
Eventually Marella did show up. She climbed onto a nearby rock, clearly struggling with her weight up front. But she did get on and she did arrive, albeit a bit out of breath.
“Marella?” I half-asked half-greeted.
“Oh hello, good to see you again!.. On this island found back then.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes I am, I promise you. Just that out of water these are heavy too. But don’t worry, they’re light as a feather when I swim they do.” Marella definitely had a way with words. And a way with bras too. Her chest was massive and a clear highlight of her look. With a bra that’s woven, braided and even has jewels. The colourful, predominantly blue garment was gorgeous and fit perfectly, especially compared to my makeway bandage bra.
“So you’re here for round two?” I asked, eager for more.
“Not quite, but do not cry. I’ve found someone else that’s why. A friend who had enough of only fondling mine. Truly it should be her time to shine.” She hinted to that friend. Another mermaid hiding behind that rock she climbed on. A very different aura came from her compared to Marella. Marella had a hint of desperation, but sat powerful to. This other girl seemed far more reserved and careful.
“That works for me, though let me introduce myself.” The second mermaid didn’t reach out her hand to me. “Mathilda is the name, performer and well chested gal at your service!”
“I promise Azura is normally not one to hide. Just my journey has for her been quite the ride. First having to be alone for so long. Then finding out, she too thinks there’s something about her body that’s wrong.” Marella proudly told, to much dismay of Azura. “I don’t think she’ll admit to it in this life. For boobies she’s too careful of a wife. But rest assured, she did agree. She truly wants some more booby.”
After I retracted my hand Azura did come forward a bit more. Still silent, blushing like crazy, but clearly in desperate support of that wife of hers. Azura joined Marella on the rock tightly holding her hand. Cuddled up to boobs more so than the body of Marella outside of the hand holding. Their hair did look adorable in this boob oriented cuddle, the big golden flow of hair from Marella lit up as a backlight to the straight bronze hair from Azura.
After a quick nod of agreement with Azura I brought out the lyre and started finally playing. Well, after I did get undressed, I don’t need to try and pop those bandages. As I was playing Azura slowly got into a good position on the actual beach instead of on that slippery rock and started to sing. Very carefully I might add. Nonetheless she did and as she warmed up to the music so did our chests.
A warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve longed for all year. This time with a different growing companion, but all together I could feel the support around me. I had my guy, who was more a distant spectator for at least this performance. And Azura had her girl doing the same. It must’ve been a beautiful sight to behold and my favourite performance for an audience yet. It helps when it’s not just music, boobs help with that fun in performing to. Growing boobs help with that progressively more.
I personally didn’t even know where to look. It felt a bit awkward to stare at Azura, considering who we’re performing for. However I think I’ll lose any train of thought if I look straight down. My beauties already had that power, but when they’re actively getting better? No way could I focus on pulling the strings of that magic lyre.
Azura was still a sight to behold though. Slowly bulging forward, just like Marella did back in the day. Only difference is she seems to be a lot more careless about how big she wants. Marella stopped when they rested on the ground in her fancy sideway sitting. Azura surpassed that.
Speaking of boobs resting on the ground. I half purposely fell to the ground before Azura had hers do the same without the purpose part. Not the entire thing was on purpose though. Standing straight with humongous boobs reaching my knees is not something I’m adjusted to nor capable of as I reached that size. The purpose part was because laying half on top of them like this made lyre playing a lot easier. Plus it’s so soft! Laying on these soft squishy pillows with most of my body felt more than right. It felt cuddly, warm, again soft, but also exhilarating, motivating and had me longing for more.
At least enough more to have not just most of my body covered in squish, but the entirety instead. Something I luckily didn’t have to wait for very long. Shortly after Azura had her ground touching beauties.
I was so big, but not nearly close enough to a goal. But I may be the luckiest girl alive as I started getting bigger at a far faster pace than Azura. Probably because there were so many more directions to grow into. Regardless of what it was it felt amazing. Every little bit helps and there are a lot of little bits.
Azura seemed to have her fun to. She did assess her assets often, keeping a close eye on how big they exactly were. I didn’t pay as much attention to mine, the functioning part of my brain was entirely focused on still managing to play my lyre. Most of my brain had succumbed away to the boobs. Far more beautiful and important than a dumb instrument. Though the functioning bits knew that I need need needed that instrument.
Until Azura stopped… I can’t blame her for it. She is wayyy bigger than Marella and she seemed satisfied for now. I guess I can’t complain either. I was taller than my boyfriend in tits alone. Though I am a bit stuck up here. I don’t care though, sure I’m gonna have to get down eventually, but there’s no greater feeling than having my boobs eternally in my direct vision. Let alone sinking into their soft grace. I couldn’t wait to find out what I all can do with these and the help of my magic boyfriend.
Azura seemed ecstatic though. So again, I can’t really complain. She didn’t say much, but she did show her gratitude.
“Thank you. For all that you do,” Azura said before returning mute again.
That’s actually a task I can definitely accept upon me. I might not be completely satisfied with my size yet. At least I can give others their dream size. Even if it’s limited to mermaids and maybe like angels or something. I asked the couple if they could bring any mermaids unhappy with their size to me. I can give the greatest gift there is to them.
Rasmus looked concerned at me after I shared my life calling with the mermaids.
“Are you sure you wanna get even bigger?” he asked. “I mean, you’re gorgeous, but I imagine those won’t be easy to use. How are you even going to get back on my ship?”
He raised a good point, but I was sure I had to offer this to those I could. Just like Marella and Azura could for me.
“I could just live here,” I blurted out as I realised. “This island is beautiful in itself and I won’t mind living here in general. All it misses is a little cabin and I can watch the days pass right here on this beach.”
Rasmus seemed to need some convincing, but he’ll come around when he finally touches and enters my cloud 9 realm. At least he knew I was set, to live here and enjoy the beach, the wonderful nature of the entire island, the ocean, and the boobs.
Marella and Azura agreed to bring anyone seeking the gift I can bring to me. After which they set off on their way home. Marella dove into the water, and with some help of Rasmus Azura got pushed back into the ocean too. Effortlessly they swam away. Hand in hand, boobs touching, but seemingly weightless in the water. Though it sure was interesting looking at them from above. Marellas boobs spilled on either side of her tiny back, her tail freely following behind. Azuras tail didn’t have that luxury as she reached beyond her final fin with her breasts. Regardless of those beautiful, but obtrusive and gigantic assets she still swam away. Even at arm’s length Marellas tail made contact to those tits too. Neither seemed to mind though.
Both looked so at peace.