Happyman26

When Lily bought the grow juice online, she thought it was a scam, but she had tried everything, apart from surgery, but being a student, she couldn't afford that option.

She really should have read the leaflet that came with the bottle, (200ml breast growth juice, take only 25ml a day, for 8 days, DO NOT exceed recommended daily intake. Symptoms may include but not limited to: rapid breast growth, IQ brain drain, increased libido, and over sensitivity. Proceed with caution).

Lilly obviously didn't read past the title, and downed the whole bottle like it was a contest. Within minutes she felt the pressure in her chest, pulling down her top revealing her breasts she felt the growth take hold, as her tits began to rapidly spill outwards.

"Oh fuck, this feels incredible, so fast, so good" she cried out, within seconds her breasts had gone from a B cup to a solid EE cup, the moment they had reached there limit Lilly came.

That's when she felt the other symptoms, a fog begun to descend across her mind, it was like the weight of her chest was pulling the fog further across her brain.

While she was struggling to think thats when her pussy and nipples begun to feel overly sensitive, just the nipples exposed to the air was enough to get her wet, her hand caress her breasts set her over the edge as she came again.

She came but was shocked to find she was still horny, she need to be fucked, she needed cock.

She wandered out of her dorm room topless exposing her new lush tits all while dripping juices down her legs, what left of her mind screaming for her to stop, but with each passing moment the old Lily was being silenced, replaced by lust.

"I meant ALL of me! "

" I dont get it, !! The harder I workout in this thing.... the bigger I get! Where did you get this thing?

Welcome to a better you, please select the preferred size to begin your journey...

I wonder how long it takes to...

You'll never guess what happened to me today! Well, besides the obvious of course. Not only can I make myself shrink or grow at will...

I can make ANYTHING bigger ...

........ it even works on you!

I don't really see what there is to be worried about! Just relax and enjoy yourself! She requests you specifically because she sees something special in you.

If you think about it, the two of you have a lot in common. You both do the same thing. You start with a base model and you start thinking about enhancements. Even if the base model is impressive, perhaps even above average, looking for ways to improve comes naturally. Some things you can do without too much extra effort, whether that's diet and exercise for her or, for you, getting the engine timing just right. But a base model, however good it is, can only be tweaked so far. At some point, you start having to look at aftermarket parts.

You start small, little enhancements here and there. Lip filler for her, new shocks for you. Some basic implants for her, a new intake kit for you. But if you want to see real performance boosts, eventually those little enhancements aren't going to cut it. The scope of the project grows and the upgrades get more extreme. Whether that's top of theine fuel injectors, a new suspension, saline implants in the thousands of ccs, BBLs and liposuction, the changes just keep coming. At some point you have to wonder if you're still working on the same model, with how much has been changed and enhanced. She comes to you, with leopard print warped over her nearly spherical tits, dark red gloss shining on her plump lips, her enormous ass stretching her clothes until you can see the tiny thong underneath, so you can see that, like your project cars, she's a work in progress, too. And, also like your project cars, she's never going to stop chasing bigger and better.

Do you remember those first fews weeks when you showed up at this firm? Strutting around in your heels acting like you owned the place, barking out orders and grilling people who worked here before you were even old enough to talk…

I bet you felt so powerful, so important back then. Now look at you…54 years old, balding, pathetic and newly demoted, all because you thought a senior management role meant you owned this place… I did everyone a favour that day I swapped our bodies. But I could still make it worse for you, you know…

I could fire you with a click of my fingers, maybe if I was feeling exceptionally cruel I’d say you touched me inappropriately and you’d never get hired for a serious job again. There’s so many things I can think of, but honestly I think the worst punishment for someone like you is to simply keep you here, serving your former body, no longer important or entitled, just an expendable wimp that nobody cares for.

Hmm it makes me so fucking happy knowing that somewhere underneath that flabby wrinkled face you’re stuck helplessly in there, clinging desperately to the idea that one day I might swap us back…god justice feels so sweet!

Now…you’re going to work all through the night to finish my quarterly write ups ahead of tomorrow and if you fail to finish them or they aren’t up to the standards I expect, I’ll force payroll to reduce your rate.