[BustArtist]

I just updated my Gallery (FREE and MEMBERS) with a NEW BE Painting titled  "The Bride to BE".  Posted here, is a small preview.  For larger versions, please visit my gallery (BEA Members get 2 über sizes, one up to 3300 pixels wide for detail!)



Contest:  Contest, you say?  Yes! I already have the "story" behind this one in mind, which I will reveal at the end of the contest.  The idea is for YOU to come up with a quick description (just a paragraph... maybe 4-8+ sentences).

Two winners:  1) Best description.  2) Description closest to mine (which I will reveal at the end).

Judging:  By popular vote by Forum visitors.  I will set up a poll at the end of submission.

Dates:  Submissions due by Fri., Dec 14th, 12midnight EST.  Judging from Dec 15-21. Winners decided Dec 22.

Prize: FREE issue 5 of grOw/cOmic#2, "H2grOw", plus any 2 other single issue grOw/cOmic or grOw/stOry -- current or future.

[BustArtist]

Hmm... my sig got toasted in my last post.  Here it is for Gallery links:

[humblefool]

We just reply here with a paragraph?

***CONTEST ENTRY***

The chaos that overtook the ceremony after Granny Faireweather's charm took hold was, I must admit, rather enjoyable. Though not many in the area knew it, she was the arche-witch of the local coven; I hold the role of her assistant. We're a small community, and so everyone was invited to Granny's Grandson Mark's wedding to Priscilla. Granny had come charging into the coven meeting that night, full of schemes and muttering about how, and I quote, "no two-bit-flat-chested-stuck-up city-girl is gonna marry MY little Mark!" I feared the worst for the happy couple, having been on the receiving end of Granny's wrath before, but Granny assured me that all involved would stay human. They would just be, and again, I'm quoting here, though this line looses a bit of impact when it's not told the little fire-lit spot the coven meets in: "improved." And now I could see what she meant! Priscilla had been a waif-like little shrew -- can't see what Mark saw in her, really -- but now she was quite a bit softer all around! Her breasts... my god! She'd gone from flat to fabulous in seconds and was now quite beyond, traveling swiftly towards the warning track on a home-run of an enhancement spell. Silently, I hoped that it's be temporary, but knowing how I still have an incurable reflex to try and catch flies on my tongue, I doubted this very much...

[BustArtist]

Yep!  Upon thinking about it, I would head it with something like:

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Kind of the like the Morph Contests in the Morph Forum, the entries need to be viewed by those who are judging it — the viewers of this Forum.  The voting will also be here in the post.  I will post a Poll at end of submissions, so that everyone can vote.

[Vara]

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“I do” my future wife states firmly, staring into my eyes with a love that only star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet could have.  The priest smiles and raises his hands, “And now the rings please.”  I reach into my pocket, thankful that my mother gave me her ring that Dad gave her.     My mother stood behind us right in the middle of the front row, winking at me from behind her glasses.  I place the ring on her finger, and then the oddest thing happens.  The once lovely wedding dress that my mother helped her pick out was stretching slowly across her top, she looks down then back to me, a look of horror on her face.  Her breasts where pushing the limits of the dress, the stitching being torn apart across her front, still growing.  The crowd stares in shock and the priest passes out, but my mother just smiles as I try to get the ring back off.

~Var

[graerpg]

**** Contest Entry ****

There is a corner of my mind I try to revisit every time I embrace my loving wife. What was it about that day that was so keen? Well you see, my fiancée had been excited for weeks about our wedding day – everything was perfectly planned down to her very last detail. One thing she couldn’t account for, however, was the behavior of our guests, particularly my mother. Although mom had been acting gleefully ever since we’d been engaged, her persona seemed more reclusive – more secretive: deep down inside, Mom had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to her for grandchildren. Right before the wedding ceremony, she secretly switched the ring with the mysterious wedding band she was betrothed with. The moment came as I placed the ring upon her soft hand. The applause that was once quite energetic was cut short as moans of erotic pleasure escaped from my newly-wedded wife and beams of golden light radiated from her ring. It would later become obvious that her breasts were growing larger, filling her elegant wedding dress. Her nipples easily double in length; her now-basketball-sized breasts impossibly firm and still growing. Face ridden with embarrassment as family members look on in awe, her look of shock easily hides the insurmountable pleasure she experiences as her globes continue to swell even tighter in her gown. Despite my expanding member telling me not to, I’m dumbfounded in struggling to remove the ring for the sake of grace. Her breasts, now the size of beachballs, start to overfill the capacity of her dress, and in that room of fifty, everyone was perplexed in sheer amazement by the sight in front of them; that is except for my mother who smiled happily whilst she thought of our honeymoon. She knew grandchildren were soon on the way, for engraved in the magical ring were the words: “Blessed with Fertility, May the Bounties of Your Marriage B.E. Overflowing” ”

[pilif83]

***CONTEST ENTRY***
The women in the O'connors family were very strong, independent and caring... and very busty. That is why Brian's soon Bride to BE had a lot to live up to. She didn't seem to be good enough for Brian... or that is a least what his grandmother thought. But through giving Brian a special ring she had made sure that her grandson was going get the the best bride ever to BE.

[Dabest223]

***Contest Entry***
Patrick had always thought since the moment he purchased Kaitlyn's wedding ring from Grandma O'Riley's pawn shop  that there was something odd about it.  He never could read the language on the band either which didn't help his anxiety either, but when Kaitlyn said "I do" and Patrick put the ring on her finger he quickly realized what the ring did.  Kaitlyn gave a cry of alarm as her once small B-cup breasts expanded rapidly.  They quickly filled and then overflowed her gown as they grew past the size of basketballs and they didnt appear to be stopping.

[rtpoe]

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"He's a nice guy," said Sherry. "But I still think he's only marrying me for my breasts." Her grandmother smirked. She knew the two were a perfect match, and Sherry's thoughts were just wedding day jitters. Sherry really did love her big breasts, especially since it was easier to deal with them when they ran in the family. What Sherry didn't know is that her grandmother had been conspiring with her soon-to-be-husband about the wedding rings...

[BustArtist]

Good stuff, guys!  Keep it coming.

To everyone reading this post, remember that YOU are the voters on this contest.  What do YOU like?  Vote for yourself, if you'd like. Or, give someone else a chance!

I hope this a way to bring some fun, interest, and contribution to the community.

[BustArtist]

I normally don't do this, but this is for someone who had trouble posting. The following entry is NOT mine:

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By - Ninja In The Night:
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Karen was an ample girl when she met James, but James was a chest man. Taking a leap of faith in his relationship, he told Karen & she just sighed & said that she was sorry she couldn't be his ideal fantasy girl, but he smiled broadly, & said he never expected her to be & offered to take her to dinner on Friday. Friday, hours before Jame's date with Karen, he walks into an antiques store to buy a ring since diamonds had become more & more expensive. The shopkeeper was a tall withered old man who had a lazy eye & had a ring right behind the counter, as if almost waiting for James, only offering one word of warning," Make sure you see what you want when she wears the ring". Creeped out just a tad, James quickly ran home to change & prepare to propose.

Later that night, after dinner, he kneels on one knee with Karen, & slowly opens the box, her eyes tearing, smiling broadly from ear to ear, she says yes. Two & a half grueling weeks of planning, purchases, & forced signatures on hundreds of tiny cards, James pulls out the ring again, to place slowly on her finger to do thee wed. As he slids the ring on her finger, it begins to glow ever so slightly, & Karen begins to feel a bit flushed & feels a pressure in her wedding dress. The ring bursts a bright light & Karen's top explodes in a mighty cloud of fabric, exposing her now more than ample & still growing chest. Slack-jawed, James stares like a deer caught in headlights.

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[BustArtist]

THIS Friday (Dec 14th) is the deadline for submissions!  I will then create a poll and allow the Forum readers to pick the winner.

This is a reminder to write that entry and submit before the end of the week.  

[Quadhouse]

***CONTEST ENTRY***

Melissa smiled as her husband-to-be placed the ring on her finger.  She had a long journey to this point, but it was worth it.  David is a good man, and an excellent lover.  She had been worried when she had met the very busty women in his family.  But they accepted her with open arms.  Now she stood here getting married.  They mere thought made it hard to breath.  It wasn't until she heard the creak and snap of threads under strain that she realized that it wasn't her nerves making it hard for her to breath.

[BustArtist]

** LAST DAY TO ENTER ** !!!

Midnight tonight, EST (5am GMT) will end the entries.  I will put up a poll and have Forum readers vote on their favorite until Fri Dec 21.

[DDlover]

***CONTEST ENTRY***

Their eyes locked as he shyly slid the ring onto her finger. The love in his eyes made her heart swell, the high emotions of the wedding making it hard for her to breath. As the love in his eyes turned to shock, her heart plummeted. "Wha-" she began before the source of both her lover's shock and her own breathlessness became readily apparent. Her breasts were rapidly expanding, fighting to break free of their fabric prison. Watching from the pews, her mother smiled to herself. Perhaps she should have told her daughter what happened to the women in their family when they married, but this was far more entertaining.