shlooms

Every morning my boobs fill with milk

You should have been more patient. You shouldn't have been as greedy. The pills would have worked if you had given them enough time, but you wanted to be busty and you wanted it immediately. The instructions on the bottle clearly say to not take more than two pills a day and now you can see why. Each breath gets harder to take as your growing breasts make your bra tighter and tighter. Warmth and pressure fill your chest, pushing it outward. The pleasure that arcs down your spine makes it impossible to concentrate. If you could think more clearly, you might have been able to get your shirt and your bra off in time. That point is long past. The clasp is too tight behind your back and trying to reach for it just makes the bra tighter. Your shirt is stretched to the limits, to the point where you can't even get it off anymore. You just have to let it run its course. Eventually, the clasp will fail and your tits will surge out of your bra. Eventually, the fabric will give up and your breasts will rip out of their confines, finally free to grow without anything holding them back. Just think of how good it'll feel to finally have your hands on them, to feel your tits expanding and pushing your fingers apart, to pinch and tug on your swollen nipples. Maybe you'll cum—hell, maybe you'll moo—But you won't be able to stop it. You can't stop it. You're going to grow and grow and grow until the pills run their course. It's already happening. It's already started. It's too late to stop it now. So you may as well enjoy it. Just relax and focus on the feeling of your body growing and expanding. It feels so good, you might need a second bottle.