“Ooh! What about this one Scotty?” Danielle, Scott's girlfriend, frolicked past him and scooped up a medium slightly-deformed pumpkin. She held the pumpkin outward, covering her face which had a wide smile plastered on it so that Scott could judge it.

“If that’s the one you want, babe.” Scott never was a real big Halloween guy but seeing his girlfriend get excited for it every year made it a lot more fun and enjoyable. Every October 1st, like clockwork, she’d take it upon herself to decorate every square inch of their apartment in tacky ‘spooky’ decorations. She’d make what she called ‘Halloween Dinners’ which meant the amount of pumpkin the both of them would eat would skyrocket with dishes such as pumpkin chili, autumn soups, and a spicey take on american goulash which included blackberries and pepperjack cheese in it. And although it was a little much at times if it made his little weirdo of a girlfriend happy then it made him happy.

“I dunno…” Danielle turned the pumpkin around inspecting the entirety of it. “It’s cute but it’s an odd shape for carving.”

“Why don’t we get two then? One for carving and the one you’re holding.”

“Really?”

“Why not?” Scott shrugged. “Plus, we can always make some pumpkin tea, roasted pumpkin seeds, and some purée from it before it rots.”

“Yeah! That way we’re not wasting it! What a great id-” Danielle, in her excitement, failed to notice the short pumpkin by her foot as she turned to give her boyfriend a hug. Her foot bumped into it and got caught causing her to trip over and fall to the ground mid sentence. With a hard yet soft *THUD* she landed on top of the hay covered ground along with some pumpkin-kind casualties.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Scott rushed over to his girlfriend and helped her up from the ground. “You aren’t hurt are you?”

“No, I’m fine…” Danielle sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears from her eyes. “Just some minor bruises and scratches.” She looked down at her shirt and pants which were covered with a splattering of pumpkin guts which she didn’t even bother trying to remove.

“Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Scott began to gently move Danielle to the side of the pumpkin patch so he could help clean her up as best as they could but as he ushered her along he heard a gruff yet shrill voice shout at them from behind.

“You youngins’ better not be trying to dash on me!” The man’s wrinkled hand pressed down on Scott’s shoulder with a firm grip. “That there’s five whole pumpkins you lot destroyed and you better be paying for them!”

“Dude,” Scott turned and removed the old man’s hand from his shoulder, “It was an accident.”

“Well smashed pumpkins don’t keep the lights on so I’m gonna need y’all to pay up.”

“What!? That’s ridiculous!” Scott turned his attention back to his girlfriend. “Come on babe, let’s go home and get you cleaned up and we’ll go to a different pumpkin patch.” He leaned down and brushed some of the pumpkin guts off of Danielles pant legs and turned his head to glare at the old man before the both of them ignored the old geezer and began making their way to their car.

“Bud, you owe me 28 dollars for the four you lot destroyed! Don’t you dare just walk away! Hey!” The old man shouted with a raised fist as he watched Scott and Danille continue to walk away from him, ignoring his demands of payment. The owner of the pumpkin patch seethed, his eyes glaring at the back of these two young ‘hooligans’ and he just couldn’t let it go. “Fine, don’t pay for them. You’ll pay one way or another! You hear me!? YOU HEAR ME!?” Scott and Danielle hurried into their car and drove off, not wanting to confront the belligerent old man who’s shouting had turned into nonsensical and incoherent threats. 

“What was that guy's problem?” Scott said, glancing over at his girlfriend for a moment before returning his attention to the road. “You think we burned his house down with how he was behaving.”

“Ha, yeah…” Danielle chuckled in response before clutching her chest and wincing in pain.

“You okay babe? Do you need me to turn around and head to the hospital?”

“No, I… My chest just feels really tight and suddenly sore.” Danielle leaned over as far as her seatbelt would allow her to as she began panting, each breath sounding ever so slightly more labored than the last. “I should be-” She gasped as she threw her head back into the car seat and slowly slumped backwards. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she moved her hand from her sternum to her right breast and she brought her other hand up to her left one. “Scotty~ Why do they-~?” A loud, guttural moan cut her off as her back arched against her will and she lifted her legs up off the car's floor as her toes curled tightly within her boots. 

“What’s wrong Danielle?” Scott asked and after not hearing a reply he peeled his eyes away from the road for a moment to glance over at his girlfriend who was moaning and panting in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Are you-!?” Scott’s eyes widened at what he saw. Danielle sat squirming in the seat next to him helplessly pawing at her own boobs which were growing at a surprising speed. The two sacks of soft, juicy, flesh ballooned outwards, her seatbelt causing her shirt to ride further in between her chest and into her cleavage as her once loose shirt struggled to contain the burgeoning swells of melon meat. 

“Scotty-~ My bra-~ I need-~ Help-~” Danielle gasped for breath as her hands switched from groping her blooming bosom to futilely reaching behind her back as she struggled to undo the clasp to her bra.

“I’m driving Danielle. Umm… let me pull into a parking lot and we’ll-”

“I can’t-~ I can’t wait that long-” Her breathing became irregular as the wires and straps of her bra dug into her chest. The excessive growth of her tits spilled from the top of her bra, growing upwards until- *SNAP* The clasp of her bra finally gave way, sending a cascade of once compressed boobage to fall onto her lap as it spilled outwards. She gasped for air as her breasts continued to grow, her shirt rising and exposing more of her underboob, first showing her areola to the cold air followed by her nipple’s peaking out from the bottom hem of her shirt. Her tits squished up against the dashboard as the swelling eventually came to a stop. Hanging from her chest were two prize winning pumpkin sized breasts which sat squished within her lap and between her torso and the constraints of her car seat, divided by a seat belt which ran clean through her cleavage. “Hah~ hah~ I think it stopped~”

The two of them continued their short ride home. Every turn sent Danielle’s breasts swaying along with the centrifugal force. Every divot and bump in the road made them wobble and shake like they were two massive servings of flan. They eventually turned into the driveway and Scott turned off the car, got out, and ran over to the passenger side as he removed his jacket and wrapped it over Danielle’s exposed breasts. As he leaned over her he could feel his body and arms sink into the soft mass attached to his girlfriend. “Let’s get you inside.” He unclasped her seatbelt and helped her out of the car, sliding his arm around her back and letting her lean against his shoulder. As she stood up he could feel the immense weight of her boobs pull the both of them down but despite that they carefully made their way to the front of the house and stepped inside.

Danielle collapsed onto the couch; arms, legs, and breasts splayed out as she recouped from lugging her two new weights strapped to her chest. “What are we going to do Scott? I can’t be seen like this!”

“I- I don’t know…” Scott squatted down in front of the couch so he was at eye level with Danielle. “I don’t think begging that old geezer to undo this is going to work.”

Danielle pouted. “Yeah… and we can’t afford a reduction surgery. Not with our salaries.” She paused, tears welling up in her eyes. “Scotty, I'm so sorry. I'm a freak now!”

“Hey, hey.” Scott hushed his girlfriend as he gently grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “How were we supposed to know some old geezer was capable of… well… this?” He gestured to Danielle’s chest. “We’ll figure something out. I’m sure of it!”

“You think so?” Danielle sniffled and used the sleeve of Scott’s jacket to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“I know so.”

Danielle sat silently on the couch, looking down at the cushion between her legs. “I know this sounds weird with what just happened but…”

“But what babe?”

“Can you massage them? They felt really… really good when they were growing and I’d like to destress a bit from all of that.”

“I- I mean sure! Do you want me to-?” Scott stood up and knelt on the edge of the cushion of the couch between Danielle’s legs as he placed his hands onto her swollen breasts. He leaned forwards to start massaging them but he hadn’t taken into account just how soft and pliable tits this size would be as he lost his balance and fell forward. His entire hands sunk into Danielle’s sensitive chest, eliciting a sudden moan from her as he fell in between her breasts and came face to face with her. “Are they really that sensitive?”

“Mmm hmm.” Danielle nodded as she bit her lip. Scott nodded in return and began slowly grabbing at the areas his hands had sunken into, causing Danielle to squirm underneath him. “Oh yeah~ Just like that~” Although the both of them had no idea what they were going to do going forth they both temporarily didn’t care as they got lost in the moment. Finding a way to fix Danielle’s sudden and magical expansion of her breasts could wait a few hours as the two of them enjoyed some time together destressing.