Ashley tossed the bath bomb into her tub, nodding appreciatively as the water turned a frothy, milky white.
Only soak for up to ten minutes, warned the package.
She stepped out of her skirt, shivering a little with anticipation as her feet touched the bathwater. There was a sensation like sliding into a giant soap bubble.
Ashley was absolutely addicted to the feeling of what happened next. The slow-burning pleasure of her tits and ass growing. Her own lustful moans as she groped herself, fingers slipping expertly around wine-cork sized nipples.
Soon she was almost bent over double, gasping over the foamy water, ass billowing up in the air as her breasts sampled the cool surface of the inside of the bath.
It was harder and harder to drag herself out of the tub when her timer sounded nine minutes thirty seconds, both because of the weight of her voluptuous body and her own urges. She could already feel an aching between her legs, begging for more growth.
Sure, the package on the bath bombs promised dire consequences if she stayed in too long, but Ashley was in control. It didn’t count if she had multiple baths right up to the limit, right?
It was fine that she couldn’t wear pants anymore, the not-at-all subtle posterior curves outgrowing everything but a flowing skirt.
It was fine she couldn’t stop falling into a trance as she fondled her chest, mouth opening and eyes falling into a glassy stare. Even in public, now.
As long as she limited herself to one bath a day Ashley was sure she still could stop. But as she struggled to get the towel around herself, an exciting thought crossed her mind.
What if she used more than one bath bomb at a time? The package didn’t say she couldn’t…
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