Video games as a method of breast expansion?
"Hey, how do I beat this level? I really want to unlock more cup sizes! Am I just not fast enough at this minigame?”
Ilulu had nothing on – save for a virtual reality visor strapped around her head. She gripped the controllers tightly in front of her mouth and gesticulated like she was wielding a shake weight. The faint sounds of moans bled out of her headphones and throughout your apartment – a phenomenon to which Ilulu was utterly oblivious. She had more pressing matters to handle.
“Or maybe I need to produce more milk,” she mused, dropping the controllers to her sides. “I’ve been doing all the training stuff, watching all the spirals, and listening to all the hypno audio files though… I even unlocked the whole gallery of breast expansion artwork!”
Ilulu herself had practically walked out of a DeviantArt illustration and into reality. She was short enough that she would struggle to be seen over the front counter at her local game store, but her breasts were gargantuan enough that they dipped mere inches away from the carpet. Gravity did not seem to stop them from being nearly spherical as well – meaning she was effectively thrice as wide as she was tall, from the tips of her nipples to the protruding arc of her wide-load, hourglass buttocks.
BEEP.
“Oh, now it’s the paizuri minigame! I love this one! I can get some easy sizes off of this!”
Ilulu pressed the controllers against the sides of her overdeveloped bust, breast fat dangling over the crooks of her elbows. Her arms were breathtakingly tiny in comparison to the heaving masses; she’d probably have to fully extend a selfie stick to even graze at her pinkish areolae. And yet, as she pushed her arms inward, she managed to bring her massive tits to an alternating rhythmic bounce. It wasn’t long before those moans were permeating out from her headphones once more.
"Nnnnff... heavy..." Ilulu's boobs walloped the carpet with heavy, steady blows. Each time they fell, the sound was just a little bit louder, a little bit bassier. It was like her intimidatingly huge rack had been connected to hoses and were getting gradually inflated like balloons. Meanwhile, nipples sprung forward until they began to playfully poke into the blinds on the far window. Drops of milk dotted the carpet as if a raincloud had drifted inside.
“I don’t, nnngh, care how long it takes," Ilulu declared. "I want to be the best in the world at this game!”
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