Quickie 4: Suddenly BOOBS (Patreon)

(contains guy growing hyper boobs)

Art by: Goattrain 

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"Baa-Aah! What the fudge!?"

It would be so lovely to go to the mall for a few hours without some strange oddity happening every five minutes. Al had just gotten in past the LA Fitness when what felt like a pair of small hands groped along the contours of his butt.

Cloven hooves ground the asphalt in a hard about-face leaving the goat man dumbfounded. The closest other shoppers were several meters away too busy attending their kids in a play area to hear his startled bleat. Al did a complete three-sixty still finding no one suspicious enough to cause a run-by squeezing.

"Okay, that was weird." Al shook his head with a dismissive laugh. Maybe his pants had caught on something to simulate the effect. He resumed walking along absently rubbing around his stubby tail. There was still an odd warmth resonating up his back that spread to encompass his body. "Nggh!?"

Al did not get much further until the warmth became overpowering. It was all his shaking hooves could manage to get him onto a nearby rest bench. Breaths escaped through clenched teeth in labored pants while he waited for the world to stop spinning. The goat was no stranger to odd happenings in life, but this series of events was a bit new. The best course of action was to wait it out and hope the mall would not require compensation for property damages.

"Um…?"  The heat passed over Al quicker than it set in leaving behind an aching tightness mostly focused around his ribcage. He glanced down, eyebrows lifting at seeing the front of his shirt had gained a bit more lift beneath it. One touch of his hoofed fingers confirmed both pecs had become swollen with thick, plushy tissue. A consistency that did not take a genius to guess what they resembled.

Al bolted upright clamping hard on his new breasts. There was immediate push back from the fatty cells and milk glands rapidly developing under his white fur. Within seconds they became unmistakable mounds stretching out their once slacking shirt. Palms were forced outwards no matter how hard the goat tried to push his mammaries down.

"Huff...huff..mmhh...s-stop!" Al whimpered through faint gasps. The fur around his cheeks gained a violet tinge to them. Not from the circumstances of growing boobs itself, but from how stretched it was making his nerves. His areola was becoming especially tender while his hands inadvertently rubbed them. 

The whole effort for modesty was in vain. Al's chest was blasting through cup sizes like balloons on an air tank. Their weight pulled him into an increasing hunch while excessive mass filled them out into the traditional rounder shapes. Hands went from trying to hold them back to just working to support them.

"Aah! Aaah! Ooooohhh!!"

What slack remained in Al's shirt was pulled taut. The hem itself began to lift in an unveiling of the goat's chubby midsection to make more room. The poor goat looked to have been struggling to hold two swelling water balloons inside his shirt. Its fabric creaked stubbornly as it became so tight that it contained both breasts in almost perfect sphere shapes. Al's breathes came out in short gulps when the globes of fat could no longer span outwards. They had no choice but to press back against his ribs and lungs.

SHRRRTTT !! SHTT! SCHUUT!

"Oh, thank god!" Al gasped when the pressure gave out into immediate relief. Bearded muzzle hung open in several large, slow breaths to savor some fresh air.

All the rapid expansion of Al's lungs did was draw attention to how it made the mass on his chest jiggle. The dang boobs had stopped their drastic growth spurt only after exceeding a size beyond the goats own head. Their combined mass had finally split his triple-XL shirt in several small gashed across the center. A large amount of shaggy white fur and flesh was eager to bulge out these openings to show off some impressive cleavage.

The fact they made it hard to even see his hooves left Al fairly dumbstruck. A trembling hoofed finger rubbed along the rounded edges to confirm these globes were still real and attached to his chest. Hell, he probably just spontaneously grew the biggest rack in the whole mall.

"Mommy, is that guy sick?"

Oh yeah, the realization of where he was hit Al with the strength of a monorail. Pupils dilated into pencil points when he looked up to see everyone in the play area had stopped to gawk at him, along with at least a dozen shoppers that noticed his growth spurt in passing. That prompted Al to jump to his feet and almost fall over from the strong pull gravity suddenly had on his front.

"Ugh! Don't stare, sweetie. Some people just want all the attention."

One of the mothers was gently leading their kid away. Her disproving comment seemed to elicit a similar sentiment in a few other shoppers, who began to chuckle at Al's sloshing new additions. Like they had miraculously figured out what was going on despite the goat's ignorance.

"Ah, hehe! Just a...uh...minor wardrobe malfunction! Sorry about that!"

The goat was clopping down the mall way as fast as having cannonball boobs would allow. It did not escape his notice that his voice was still the same. A quick pat down confirmed the rest of his body was still that of a thick male, just with some significant bouncing additions.

CRRTTT!

Additions that were going to break out of his dying shirt if he kept trying to run with them. Al thought it was almost fate when he rounded a corner to find JCPenney looming at the end of the hallway. More so when he spotted a female goat in a skirt making her way out, attention focused on her cellphone.

"Beth!? Hey! Over here!"

Al's sister whipped her head up in the direction of a familiar voice. A quick adjustment of her square glasses and a broad smile spread across her muzzle.

"There you are, Al! I thought you wanted to meet up out...side...uh…?" Beth had a feeling something was off immediately, but could not discern what until Al had trotted closer. The hard sway of his chest and cleavage showing through his shirt rips were hard to ignore. "What...are you okay!?"

Al gave a nervous laugh, trying to play it off by hefting his boobs and letting them fall in a hard bounce. The motion of uneasy weight almost made him face plant. "Oh, you know. Sometimes boobs just happen. I seriously have no idea why."

"Huh…" Beth leaned in uncomfortably close to examine the swell of her brother's chest. His exposed cleavage looked convincing enough, but she could not resist giving them a poke of her cloven fingers to confirm.

"Could you, uh, not do that, please?" Al huffed, averting his gaze from the sudden contact to hide his blush. People were still staring at the extremely busty goat man, and they felt even more sensitive under someone else's touch.

"Well, at least you're not thirty feet tall again. The mall is going to ban us if we break down another storefront." Beth straightened back up, placing a comforting hand on Al's shoulder. "Since we're here maybe we should go bra shopping before lunch? I saw some adorable tops you would look good in too."

Al blinked back at her trying to process this proposal. His eyes dropped to the surging mounds blocking his view of the ground before looking back up at Beth. Biting his lower lip did nothing to hide the goofy smile tugging at the edges. The idea of trying on women's tops made him wonder how good his profile might look now.

"That...sounds pretty lovely."