After Date Surprise

A young couple exits a small restaurant, the young man holding the door open for his date. As the woman walks into the brisk evening air, she shivers and zips up her jacket before taking the man's arm and walking down the sidewalk with him. "Thank you for taking me out to eat, John. It's been so long since I had a chance to eat out." The young woman said she was smiling up at her date, clutching his arm for warmth.

"No problem, Samantha. Do you have any other plans after this? I was thinking maybe we didn't have to end our date so early."

"Getting laid on the third date isn't a rule, you know." Samantha replies, turning her head to look away from him and letting out an exaggerated pouty sigh. It was only for a few moments before she looked back at him to see his reaction. Except she wasn't expecting to see the boy blushing and looking slightly ashamed of himself. "I was teasing, you know." She quickly tries to add that she is not actually intending to hurt his feelings. "We can get to my place; it's a couple stops away on the subway, if you want to, that is."

"Of course I would want to come over! What exactly did you have in mind, though?"

"We could get some drinks and see where the night takes us, I suppose." By now, the two had arrived at the stairs leading down into the subway. Samantha stopped short and was staring at a small convenience store near the entrance. "Speaking of drinks, I'm going to get something real quick; wait here just a sec." She says before hurring off into the store. Just a few minutes later, she was walking back out, carrying a small bag. Taking a moment, she pulls out a bottle of tea. "Here, I figured you might want something too, so I got you this."

"Thanks, but what did you end up getting?" She just slyly smiles and continues down to the subway. Once they finally settled on the subway car, Sam noticed there was hardly anyone else on board. It was rather late at night on a weekday, so it shouldn't be too much of a surprise, but she still seemed relieved anyway.

She leans over and talks quietly so as not to catch the attention of the hand full of people that are there with them."So what kind of women are you into anyway?" What's your type?"

Jhon couldn't help but blush. Well, you are my type of course. Smart, funny, and into the same hobbies as me."

Samantha smiled up at him but nodded her head disapprovingly. "No, not what I meant. What body type? Do you prefer to be taller or shorter? What do you want your girl to look like if you could  decide?"

"That's not really my place to decide."

A little annoyed at him for dodging the question, she tries to make it as blunt as possible. "When you look up porn... and don't say you don't! What type of women do you look up to?"

That question caught Jhon off guard, and he started to stutter out a response. "Why such an interest? I like you. Your beautiful and sexy; your just my type, really." He defends, thinking he's going to get scolded if she doesn't answer exactly what she wants to hear.

Now frustrated, she frowns and looks down. "Thank you, but I'm not fishing for compliments. I just wanted to know if you were a boob guy, that's all." She says, squeezing her hands tighter around the straps of her bag.

"I... sorry, yes, I am; I just didn't think it was that important to share so early in our relationship, you know?"

Samantha sighed. "Yeah, it's just... I bought this and wanted to make sure it didn't go to waste." She pulls the drink she bought back at the store out of the bag. It was a small glass bottle of milk; however, the label was facing Jhon. "Hucow milk! Growth hormones included."

"Wait, that stuff actually exists? I thought it was a bad internet meme or something."

Sam couldn't help but smile, slightly embarrassed. "It just came out about a year ago. I wanted to try it, and I wanted to wait till I was with someone to enjoy this with me."

His face suddenly flushed as Jhon's mind wandered to an image of Samantha in a cow-print bikini, her breasts heavy with milk. "Yeah, but milk that's supposed to make your breasts grow is a big leap from just a couple dates. Are you sure?"

She couldn't help but giggle at how worried her date seemed. She thought John would jump at the chance, and she could tell he really wanted to see this happen. "The fact that you're asking me if I'm ok with this after I came up with the idea tells me this is exactly how I want to spend my night with you." Samantha breaks the seal on the bottle of milk and takes a big swig of it. Downing about a quarter of the bottle before placing the lid back and setting the bottle aside.

"Your drinking it now!?" The sudden outburst caught the attention of a few nearby bystanders, but they quickly went back to whatever they were doing. "Yes, it's not a lot; I should be fine. Besides, I got the weakest hormone-infused milk they had, so it shouldn't be too bad." Samantha's body already started to feel warm, and she could feel her pulse in her chest as she suddenly became hyper-aware of her breasts. With how quickly that milk began to work, she began to have some doubts. It wasn't long before her B-cup breasts were slowly rising underneath the layers of her winter outfit. Blushing she squirmed in her seat, the bra she was wearing digging into her uncomfortably.

However, from John's and everyone else's point of view, nothing was changing. Her jacket kept her growth very well hidden for the time being. "Is it already working?"

She nods shyly, looking down at the bottle near her feet. "Can you unhook my bra?" She asked, turning away from him and unzipping her jacket. John couldn't see them, but Sam was gazing down at her now C-cup breasts. Even the sweater she was wearing hid the rising mounds well enough, but that bra underneath had to go.

Nervously, John began to fumble with the clasp, his hands shaking slightly, his nerves getting to him for attempting this in public. Eventually, John gave up fumbling with the clasp through the fabric of her sweater and slid his hands underneath it to better attack the bra. His cold hands made contact with her skin, causing the woman to jump and gasp. Her foot kicked the milk bottle away and cracked the glass container. Ha, got it! How are you feeling now?" John asked her, cursing lightly.

"I think I just broke the bottle."Samantha bent down to retrieve it, and sitting back up into her seat caused her now very large D-cup breasts to wobble freely in her sweater. She held up the bottle, a crack running down its side and slowly leaking milk. There were no missing shards of glass, meaning it should still be safe to drink. Opening the bottle back up, she chugged the rest. The milk is not going to survive the trip home anyway.

"Are you crazy? You're already big enough to lose your bra, and we still..." John was cut off as the train came to a stop, and more passengers boarded the train car. It was now a little crowded, and any chance of having a private conversation disappeared with it. He couldn't help but stare at Samantha with concern in his eyes, along with a hint of lust. "Alright, I hope you know what you're doing." He says he is sitting back.

Samantha's breasts are already stretching her sweater noticeably as she tries to zip her jacket up to hide them. One more stop is all they need to make it. "How far of a walk is it from the subway to your place?"

She hesitates before answering. "about ten... fifteen minutes. I don't know if my jacket will hold out that long." Samantha tried to sit still, but her body started to break out into a sweat. Her body slowly heats up as it grows curvier. All stuffed under her winter jacket starts to get a bit much. "Sorry, hun, I need to air myself out here; it's too hot." She leans against him, pulling the zipper back down again. This time releasing a pair of sweater puppies, the likes of which John has ever seen. They must be the size of cantaloupes by now; neither of them could accurately guess her bust size anymore, and this even caught the attention of a few other passengers. Luckily, none seem to be concerned about seeing such a glorious display. Thankfully, the stop arrived not too much later, and the couple was able to quickly exit the subway car.

John stated to pull his now-buxom date out of the crowd of gawking bystanders.

"Wait, we don't have to rush! Really, it's fine. I kind of asked for this." She was grateful. John was so concerned about her, but she knew drinking that milk could cause this kind of situation and was willing to deal with the consequences.

John slowed down at the top of the subway stairs and turned to look at her, only to see her breasts, nearly the size of her own head, lightly rising and falling as Sam tried to catch her breath. "Sorry, I assumed you wouldn't want to be exposed in public like that."

Leaning against her date, she looked up at him blushing. "I'm not exposed; my sweater still fits perfectly fine." Stepping back, she motions to her chest with her free hand, her fingers lightly pressing into the sides of her breasts, not accustomed to them sticking out so far. It was easy to notice the sweater was starting to strain slightly; the neck of it was starting to stretch out and show off a very generous amount of cleavage.

"Still, I was worried; I don't know how much more you're going to grow."

"Exactly! Isn't that the fun part? Not knowing how far something like this is going to go? It's exciting not knowing if my clothes can keep up. Don't get me wrong, I will die of embarrassment if my sweater rips, but the risk is well worth the thrill. I thought you would enjoy that too."

For some reason, John felt more embarrassed about getting caught than his date appeared to be and just nodded along in agreement. "Sorry, no, your right. Let's just walk the rest of the way. You're not too cold, are you? Your jacket is still open."

Samanta zips her jacket up once more, but the zipper couldn't make its way over those swollen mounds. Pushing them up even more and making a perfect display window making her chest look even bigger, especially on her short and small frame. "It looks like this is the best it's going to get. It's fine; I'm fucking hot with how my body was reacting to the growth." With that, she takes John's hand and presses her body against his side as they walk away together.