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An unnatural hiss, like a ballon expanding, filled the room. Emi, alarmed and wide-eyed, stared down at the culprit: Her breasts. They were slowly filling out every second before her very eyes! “A-Ah, what’s happening?!” she stammered, as her squishy cleavage began obstructing the view of her feet.

“Hnng, my clothes are getting too tight…” groaned Emi, as her bra tightened around her swelling orbs. Both hands rushed to remove the shirt. After tearing it off, Emi unclasped her bra causing both head-sized breasts to pop out their tight, silky confines. “Ah~” she briefly sighed, closing her eyes in respite.

However panic washed over her as the hissing grew louder. Emi opened her eyes, almost mortified seeing her breasts swell faster. “Why won’t they stop? Stop!” Emi exclaimed, pleading. She tried cusping the sides of her watermelon tits, but they were quickly outgrowing her grasp. Her figure was turning into a fertility goddess, and not by choice.

Suddenly, her back began arching forward to compensate the increasing weight as they approached the size of beach balls. “They’re…getting too big…and heavy!” she shrieked. Emi always dreamed of slightly bigger boobs, but this was too much! Her mind raced with how she’d live with exaggerated curves, or if this growth would ever stop?

The sounds of sobbing accompanied the hissing as they comedically grew beyond her hips . “P-Please…” she choked up, whispering to her girls as she reached for a table to rest them on. It would only be a matter of time until the table would buckle under the weight as they slowly took it over…