No long essay today, I just wanted to dash off a quick kinky scribble in honor of the fact I came through a rough migraine today and found myself turned on and thinking about big tits. Like you do.

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Y’all know I’m on a bimbofication kink adventure lately, mostly as a way to cope with all the times in my life I need to be a Strong Intelligent Powerful Woman™ because that shit is exhausting. Now more than ever.

I don’t think all my work from here on out will be bimbo-y but in the meantime, it sure is nice to relax into a “no thoughts, only happy sexy times” kind of fantasy. And I’ll admit, in the context of a migraine making it hard to think, there’s some comfort in imagining a situation where others might find a brain foggy mental state to be cute, even an appealing attribute.

One serious note: if you have vivid size feelings and migraines, please know that the two can sometimes be related and it may help to get things checked out. Read more here about my experience with Alice in Wonderland Syndrome or AiWS, and my neurologist who has also experienced it before herself. If you feel this stuff too, you’re not alone.

(Does anyone out there know good plugins for WordPress to offer Dark Mode, either for editing behind the scenes or letting readers toggle to a dark mode? It sure would help on migraine days. I’m thinking of changing the color scheme of my website to make it more accessible with light text on a dark background. Can’t believe I never thought of that before.)

If you enjoy this story you will probably like Candy’s Girlboss Time Out. I also have some other fun sapphic stories like Carried Away, A Sparkly Femme Size Orgy, Tiny Spa Day, and Dare You Not To Grow. There might be others I’m forgetting (see the aforementioned migraine-brain) so you can look through my tag cloud or browse all stories.

 

 

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I wrote this story today in about an hour and gave it one 30-minute round of edits.

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Story synopsis

She’s just trying to get through a migraine, but turns out her roommate’s herbal remedy comes with some fun bonus side effects.

 

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Content tags: F/f, breast expansion, migraines, unwise use of unknown herbal remedies, bimbofication, intelligence play, cunnilingus, 69, sapphic sex, aftercare, happy ending

 

 

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The Big Tiddy Migraine Remedy

1154 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2025, all rights reserved.

 

 

It takes me about half an hour to notice that my breasts have doubled in size, but in my defense the room was dark and I thought it was another weird migraine party trick. Tingles? Check. Fractal vision? Yep. Expanding chest? Well, that’s a new one. 

The blue bedsheet slides off my swelling chest and I stare at these D-cups making me dizzy. 

I tear off my headphones like Laura Dern yanks off her sunglasses when she sees her first dinosaur. Because I sure as hell can’t listen to an audiobook and think actual thoughts and observe my body undergoing some miraculous shift at the same time. Definitely not while my head is still pounding, dammit. 

My breasts sway as if waving hello. I consider perhaps I would have been wiser to ask my new roommate a few more questions about her “herbal remedy” or if she knew any research I could read. But that’s when I notice my headache is easing off.

I slather more on.

It’s a silky creamy lotion blend that drips down my hand. It smells like flowers, which I was dubious about, since migraines aren’t known for letting a person enjoy strong sensory input. But something about this makes me feel like a honeybee drawn to nectar. Smoothing it over the skin of my breasts feels cool to the touch, but a pulse of heat inside me echoes the sensation. 

I wonder if I’m really hallucinating.

Of course I am. My breasts are double, maybe triple D cups now? My headache is abating, though. I feel a pulse of gratitude for my roommate giving me her migraine remedy, she’s really nice like that.

The more I add, the faster they grow. I massage my nipples with both hands, not caring that it feels kinda hard to think, kinda sorta hard to count how big these boobs are getting, like what cup, like who cares? My super bad headache is almost gone. A bit more, maybe? 

Giggling with relief. Then giggling because I’m jiggling. 

Soon my tits are almost all I can see. Round, firm, still soft and swaying off to each side a little since I’m still laying on my back. So heavy. Like, who needs one of those heavy blankets when you could grow real huge boobs?

I pull one nipple down into my lips. I forgot it might taste bad but it’s like honey, I lick it all up and as I’m sucking hard on my own nipple I moan because it’s like all that sensitivity I was feeling with light and sounds and everything? I think it’s moved into my boobs, which feel more sensitive than they ever have before. And if I’m not gonna moan about that, what am I even doing with my life? 

My roommate knocks. She’s nice like that. My nipple drops out of my mouth with a pop. “Hey girl,” I say. I moan some more. “Remember that time we got real horny and banged after the house party? Can you, like, come help me get off?”

She opens the door and laughs and laughs, which makes me laugh too. Her hands are warm on the bottom of my breasts as she pulls them apart to see my face. “Oh you sweet silly woman,” she says, pulling the nearly-empty bottle from between my tits. “Your gargantuan cleavage emptied the whole container!” 

“Oops,” I say, but I say it because when I let go of my nipple I didn’t realize my tits would keep growing so big I wouldn’t be able to reach the nipples anymore. They’re practically on the other side of the bed! I reach for them, moaning, until my roommate takes pity on me and strokes my tits, heaving one down to her mouth. 

“Damn, your areolas are bigger than our dinner plates! I’ve never gone anywhere near this huge on my own.” She licks her lips, then licks me. 

“Oh! So good! Yes, suck my big tiddies!”

She smirks at me. “I know it the herbs make me a little ditzy but damn, you are really gone, aren’t you?”

“I’m right here,” I say, stroking my boobs. I try to reach around them to touch between my legs. “Oh damn, I can’t even reach my own pussy anymore!” I’m not normally the pouting type but I’m really feeling it this time, my lip shaking a little as I look at her hopefully. “Could you please?”

She laughs, licking my nipple again. “Mmm, like a big honeyed strawberry.” When she sucks my nipple into her mouth I moan so hard a neighbor hits the wall. She sucks harder then releases me.

“Please what? Please perform cunnilingus on you? Only if you can use your words, sweetie.” She shows me the container and squeezes the last of it. We rub it in together.

“Please do the cunny thing. Lingus. Do that thingie to my cunt? My bad head pain is almost gone and I just know that’ll do it!”

She strips off her shirt and skirt and climbs onto the bed, one foot on either side of my face as she smirks down at me.

“You look real hot from down here.”

Now she’s grinning. “Thanks, babe, you look extremely attractive, yourself. I wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

I try to think about it. It’s easier now that my head isn’t hurting nearly as much, but I also don’t actually want to think hard about anything except my boobs and how much I want to come. I tell her that. 

“That’s a fucking mood.”

“I am in the mood to fuck, for sure!”

“Ok, so… I’m gonna wedge myself here between your lovely tits that are nearly bigger than I am, and if you want you’re welcome to lick my lovely pussy while I lick yours, and can you please just press your breasts around me? I want to feel the weight of you surrounding me. Yes. Yes! Just like that.”

“Like a heavy blanket,” I say with a laugh.

“Yes. You are an incredibly sensual weighted blanket. God, how are your breasts still expanding?”

“BIG TITS ARE THE BEST!”

It takes all I have to hold my big bouncing tits tight against her body. 

But it’s like, not hard. 

Because I want it. And she wants it. 

And I can taste her beautiful pussy while she tastes mine. I moan, my face wet and slippery and hot.

My big beautiful titties spill off the edge of the bed and her mouth sucks on my clit and my mouth on her clit feels so SO good I give a little scream, but in a big happy kind of way. A big relief kind of way.

We stay like that a long time. She sighs and snuggles into my big warm tits. I nuzzle my face sleepily between her thighs and smile to think I’m taking care of her too. I’m nice like that.