Kinky Bitch

Denise laid back on her couch, euphoric as the pleasure of the growth coursed through her. She had barely been above flat-chested a few minutes ago, and now the tits stretching out her sweater were bigger than her head, and filling up with milk. Her nipples poked through the remains of her bra- the clasp had snapped already, the undergarment nowhere near able to handle boobs like these.

The mysterious cracker–the British kind–sparkled when Denise had pulled it apart. The wrapper said it would grant her one wish, but she didn’t have time to say anything before her breasts were a few cup sizes bigger than usual, and now she was effectively trapped on her couch as she submitted to the growth’s sensations. She gripped the arm of the chair as the pressure built in her tits; she wanted to lactate, but also wanted it to come bursting out of her nipples. The mental stamina it took to keep her hands away from the nubs and from between her legs was immense, much like her chest.

She curled her toes, clenching her thighs together, white-knuckling the chair as she grew ever bigger, steadily surpassing volleyballs. Tears formed in her sweater, exposing pale flesh and hints of ruined satin. Denise was mewling with pleasure and whining from the building pressure of her boobs; all she wanted to do was express the vast quantities of milk stored inside them. Her skin grew taught, barely containing everything, and Denise grit her teeth as still her nipples held the flow back.